The Secret Cultivation Society member had been silent for a long time, but Yang Qizhou was in no rush; he simply sat on the sofa, waiting patiently.
Not long after, the Secret Cultivation Society member finally sent a message. "Honorable lamp holder, you are aware of the consequences of chanting a 'god's' full honorific in the real world. Are you truly certain about proceeding this way..."
The moonlight rippled like the surface of water, reflecting on Yang Qizhou's face, which held a trace of a smile.
He responded,
"I can't guarantee success, but I can guarantee that chanting the full honorific of the 'God of Victory' won't lead to anything bad happening."
This time, the Secret Cultivation Society member went silent again for a long while.
Yang Qizhou didn't rush them. He understood well that the other party was deeply aware of the consequences that chanting a 'god's' full honorific could bring, and it was inevitable they'd feel conflicted.
About five or six minutes passed,
