"How do we... eat a god?"
Su Tu looked at Chen Yuan, whose entire body was covered in twilight, his voice neutral and indifferent, with a youthful clarity unique to him, as if an ordinary teenager discussing what to have for lunch with a classmate.
There was no surprise or shock when Chen Yuan revealed the truth about him not being the Muddy World's Divine Son.
He sat on the throne like that, tilted his head toward Chen Yuan, with those deep eyes like black holes, captivating yet dangerous.
Their eyes clashed in mid-air, as if intangible swords and knives were colliding, fighting fiercely.
"Who exactly are you, a prematurely returned divine fragment? Or an existence from Subspace, or perhaps someone more ancient?"
Chen Yuan's gaze tightly focused on Su Tu, shadows flickering at the bottom of his eyes.
"Is it important to you?"
Su Tu lazily leaned his head on the armrest of the throne, his expression casual and ordinary.
While speaking, his eyes carried a hint of amusement.
