Upon hearing He Ao's question, Dailot's expression halted before he responded coldly, "When you stand against the Federation, all the power of the Federation naturally becomes your enemy."
"I don't think I'm standing against the Federation, at least, I don't feel like I am,"
He Ao smiled as he looked at Dailot, "It seems we have different definitions of 'Federation'."
"Arrogant and stubborn,"
Dailot set his teacup on the desk with a 'clink,' "The true power of the Federation is a greatness beyond your comprehension. Everything originates from Order, everything returns to Order. Do you think yourself a moth under the daytime sky, aspiring to shake the boundless Firmament?"
"I'm just afraid that the Firmament is not the real Firmament, but just a backdrop painted with low-grade artworks to deceive the world." He Ao said slowly, his smile unchanged.
"You low-borns always have such wild fantasies,"
