The God of Conspiracy felt increasingly uneasy and anxious, frequently casting glances at Chen Shouyi in an attempt to discern the truth.
The deity despised jokes the most.
This was not funny at all.
The deity thought perhaps a change of mind might be necessary.
"Esteemed... lord, I suddenly remembered something... important," the God of Conspiracy said cautiously, observing Chen Shouyi's reaction.
Chen Shouyi cast a cold glance at him and swallowed the piece of True God flesh: "What is it?"
The God of Conspiracy, eyeing the golden Divine Blood trickling from Chen Shouyi's mouth, felt his eyelids twitch and his scalp tingle, stammering, "I... I realized I can't accompany you there!"
"Why?" Chen Shouyi asked, puzzled.
