Li Yang's face showed a mocking, sarcastic, disdainful expression:
"Haven't you noticed a pattern over all these years?"
Suzu furrowed her brows, making an effort to think deeply.
Li Yang didn't give her a chance to ponder deeply, speaking to himself:
"The sinful affluent seek my grace.
The innocuous humble seek my forgiveness.
Don't you find it ironic?"
In other words, the wicked pray for divine favor, the virtuous pray for divine mercy.
Zhu Dajun and his ilk hoped to gain power from Li Yang, while Liu Yuanyuan and her kind simply wished to live well.
Suzu furrowed her brows even deeper:
"Isn't this what a god is?
A god is supposed to be high above, casually bullying mortals, receiving offerings, right?
Is it because of this that you've become soft-hearted?"
Li Yang shook his head, sneering:
"I'm merely a mortal adorned with the name of a god.
Soft-hearted? I suppose.
I believe those rare and precious things are more worthy of admiration than gold and silver."
