For a full two or three minutes, Jenny fell silent.
Gazing at Karin, she said, "I understand your point, and I know my father used to say that the Blood-Handed Asura was nothing but a war machine created by the Divine Gate, that in terms of strength, he simply couldn't be considered one of the Eight War Gods!"
"If that's the case, then why..." Karin couldn't help but ask.
"Haha, the old man had his thoughts, and I have mine!" Jenny said indifferently, "Even he probably never thought that one day the Divine Gate would meet its end at the hands of the very war machine it created. In this world, there is no such thing as an absolute truth, even if those words came from the old man himself!"
