The atmosphere grew heavy.
"To be honest, old man, there's nothing wrong with what you said."
Zhou Li smiled faintly, looking at Liu Gong, and said slowly, "But there is still one thing that's not quite right."
"Hmm?"
Liu Gong looked at Zhou Li, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.
"The people of Da Ming, are not the Prime Minister's people."
Zhou Li looked at Liu Gong, his expression gradually solemn, "Liu Gong, if you were to discuss achievements, I have killed the Golden Snake, exploded the Mountain God, saved the Ghost King to revive the Tang Sect, and have a share in killing the Ancient God. Aside from Gui Daozi's death being somewhat inhumane, aren't these deeds enough to deem me a Saint?"
Liu Gong was stunned.
"If you were to discuss achievements, how many times have I saved the world?"
