"Great Xia's old director... is dead?"
Odin heard the news.
He shot up from the throne he had barely warmed.
His face was a mask of disbelief.
Just a few minutes ago,
Lu Lingchen, with the absolute power of the True God Realm,
had utterly suppressed hundreds of Ancient Gods from the Divine Domains, making them cower like grandchildren.
And those grandsons...
Ah—ptooey!
No, those of us Ancient Gods had just returned to our Divine Domains. We hadn't even had a chance to catch our breath.
And Lu Lingchen was already dead?
'How is that possible?'
'Absolutely impossible!'
'This has to be a conspiracy by Great Xia!'
"Father, the Trickster Bug I left behind saw it with its own eyes. There's no way it's fake,"
Loki said with conviction.
"I had it hide and observe the entire time. It never left."
Odin stared intently at Loki.
He watched him for a long time.
He saw not a single trace of a lie in Loki's eyes.
Only then did he slowly sit back down on his throne.
