In the living room, He Zhao sat on the soft sofa, waiting for his guest to arrive. Naturally, the sofa was no ordinary item. Otherwise, with his current weight, it would have been reduced to shards all over the floor.
Before long, the Intelligent Butler led a completely unfamiliar face slowly into the room.
He raised a hand and waved, and the butler tactfully withdrew.
"Talk. Who are you? What are you here for?"
Hearing that, the uninvited guest smiled broadly, stepped forward, and bowed.
"Honored new god, I am Rilo Garde, a Chosen of the Gods under the Eight Pillar Gods' Lord of Yellow Wind. I have come this time by my lord's command to invite you to the Yellow Wind Nest for a conversation."
"???"
He looked at the respectful young man, utterly baffled.
Well, damn. I hadn't even gone looking for trouble with the Eight Pillar Gods yet, but they'd actually delivered themselves to my door. To put it bluntly, was there any difference between the Lord of Yellow Wind and Meituan takeout?
"Chosen of the Gods?"
He did not agree immediately. Instead, he muttered the words, wanting to obtain more information. Of course, that was assuming the man named Rilo knew what was good for him.
Sure enough, when Garde heard the words "Chosen of the Gods," a smug look appeared on his face despite himself.
"Honored new god, the so-called Chosen of the Gods are agents selected from among humanity by the Eight Pillar Gods. We bathe in divine grace and possess a portion of a god's abilities, helping the Pillar Gods complete certain trivial matters, or handle things where it is inconvenient for them to show themselves.
"For example, my arrival at your residence today. If the Lord of Yellow Wind had come personally,