Parting

God can understand the languages of all living beings in the world.

If they wish, they can instantly communicate with the other person in their language or make the other person understand their meaning directly.

Therefore, Wuma Xiu was able to communicate with Fat Orange without any obstacles.

Similarly, God of Fire could understand it too; he understood every single word.

From "Bedmate" to "too young" and then to "now that you're so big, are you satisfied?", not a single word was omitted.

At that moment, God of Fire felt that the Fat Orange in his friend's arms was so hateful and so repulsive.

All the praise I just gave it for its bravery and admiration for its courage vanished like withered grass swallowed by lava, instantly burned to ashes.

This cat not only dared to bare its teeth and claws at him, but also dared to find Bedmate for his friend right in front of him, and the person it chose was that mortal.

Who is his friend? And who is that mortal? Is this cat's brain filled with the Water God's water?

Damn it!

God of Fire decided to retract his statement.

Two dangerous flames ignited in his dark red eyes, his gaze as sharp as a knife as he stared at the Fat Orange cat's face.

The Fat Orange got pricked up by God of Fire and instinctively shrank into Wuma Xiu, letting out a few dissatisfied whimpers.

"My dear friend, give me this wretched cat; I'll have it endure ten thousand years of scorching heat in the crater. And this wretched mortal, who dared to try and make my friend his Bedmate, is equally unforgivable."

The importance of God of Wine in God of Fire's heart far surpasses that of all the Demigods under his command combined.

On one hand, he could create a group of Demigod descendants simply by bestowing Divine Blood upon them.

On the other side is the only true confidant, someone with whom one has a heart-to-heart connection, whom one has finally gained after ten thousand years.

The relative importance of these two factors is self-evident.

Now, a mere, audacious fat cat and an ignorant mortal dare to so blaspheme against his friend, the god of God of Fire, right to his face!

"I use fire..."

The God of Fire raised his hand, and crimson-gold flames suddenly condensed in his palm, instantly raising the surrounding temperature to the level it had been when he first arrived.

He wanted to teach this fat cat what words were acceptable and unacceptable, and to make this mortal understand the meaning of "the Gods is not to be profaned."

However, before God of Fire could finish speaking, his mouth was covered by a cool hand.

Wuma Xiu covered the God of Fire's mouth, Shengsheng silencing the Divine Punishment that was about to fall.

"It's a misunderstanding, there's a misunderstanding here."

"Tong... a cat's words are unrestrained. My friend, don't take a cat seriously. It's just a little kitten, it doesn't understand anything, and it likes to drink. It must be drunk and talking nonsense."

Wuma Xiu covered the God of Fire's mouth, feeling the lips beneath his palm tighten. He had no doubt that if he loosened his grip, the cursed Divine Punishment would immediately resume.

This misunderstanding has really blown up.

To be fair, what bad intentions could a cat possibly have?

The Fat Orange only wanted to find a companion for its owner because it saw him all alone, sickly, and unable to take care of himself.

It just targeted the wrong target.

Of all people to choose, it had to pick God of Wine, and even pronounced the word "Bedmate" clearly and precisely in front of God of Fire.

Fat Orange: Because my cat language skills are at level eight.

Wuma Xiu silently made a mental note of the Fat Orange:

His courage is commendable, but his intelligence is questionable.

"My friend, listen to me."

Wuma Xiu placed the chubby Fat Orange in his arms onto the cloud, then used his free hand to pull God of Fire's shoulder, forcing the other to look him in the eye.

"Fat Orange's brain is only the size of a walnut. It can't even remember what color you're wearing today, so how can you expect it to understand what blasphemy is? It just saw that Qin Jiu was too lonely and wanted to find him a companion. As for why it chose me? It's because I'm good-looking. Of all the people it's ever seen, I'm the best-looking. Who else would it choose if not me?"

Don't you think so?

"Looking across the entire Divine Realm, even if I'm not the most beautiful, I'm certainly very beautiful. Fat Orange may be a little dim-witted, but its aesthetic sense is quite good. The fact that it chose me shows that it has good taste, don't you think?"

God of Fire had to admit that this wretched fat cat was at least aesthetically impeccable. He turned his head away, snorted heavily through his nose, and the last flame in his palm went out with a whoosh.

That cat has good taste.

Wuma Xiu breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Qin Jiu.

Qin Jiu remained frozen in place, the blush on her face spreading from her ears to her neck.

He looked like a stone statue painted with a layer of crimson lacquer.

The Fat Orange was squatting on the cloud, licking its paws, completely unaware that its words had turned the world upside down.

Although the crisis was over, he still didn't know what other shocking things this Fat Orange would say next.

Well, it seems this trip together has to end here.

Otherwise, he was really afraid that God of Fire would kill Qin Jiu while he wasn't paying attention.

Wuma Xiu picked up the Fat Orange from the cloud and put it back in Qin Jiu's arms.

Qin Jiu caught it, and looked up to meet Wuma Xiu's eyes.

At that moment, he knew that the time for parting had come.

Wuma Xiu reached out and patted the Fat Orange in Qin Jiu's arms.

The Fat Orange raised its round head, and its golden eyes, unusually, lacked the arrogance of "I'm the best cat in the world." Instead, it quietly rubbed against his fingers and let out a very soft purr.

"Fate brought us together for a while, but all good things must come to an end. My friend, the Music God, once said, 'Every note has its duration, and every melody has its end.' Our journey as friends has come to an end here, marking the end of this melody."

Wuma Xiu withdrew his hand, took a step back, and fully imprinted the figure in the Blue Robe and white crown into Qin Jiu's field of vision.

"To me, you are not just a believer, but also a friend. If you miss me, you don't need to burn incense and kowtow to the Deity Statue of God of Wine. Just place two cups next to the wine jar, pour one cup of your newly brewed wine, and then call upon the name of God of Wine."

"When the time comes, even if we are separated by Sea of Stars, we will meet again."

Qin Jiu felt a soreness and tightness in her throat.

These few days, though brief, were longer and more profound than the previous ten years of his life combined.

"Thank you."

Wuma Xiu snapped his fingers, and Divine Power enveloped Qin Jiu and Fat Orange. When the light dissipated, the man and the cat had disappeared from the cabin.

He withdrew his hand, staring in the direction they had disappeared, remaining motionless for a long time.

For God of Wine, separation is a comma in the journey, a foreshadowing of future reunions.

Therefore, he didn't feel sad, just a little bit of longing.

A moment later he turned around and faced the God of Fire again.

"Alright, my friend, how do you want to settle this score now? I'm ready to see it through to the end."