I discovered that Jiang Xiaohui and I were two extremes.
I often complicated simple matters. I always imagined countless possibilities, weighed the pros and cons over and over, and made sure to think things through before acting in almost everything.
But Jiang Xiaohui liked to simplify complicated matters. He did whatever came to mind and did not even consider the consequences.
Just as he said, he did not need to consider the consequences at all. That was something other people had to worry about.
As long as he did not care, nothing mattered.
Actually, that was not so bad. It fit Taoism's philosophy of following one's heart. And often, the simplest method was the most effective, like his suggestion to muddy the waters right now.
I had always been cautiously trying to maintain our relationship with Mount Olympus, because I took the future invasion of the outsiders very seriously, and it made me nervous.
But Jiang Xiaohui was different. In his words, the worst that could happen was that we fought. Why worry so much? Besides, even if Zeus truly revived, whether he would be on the same side as us was still uncertain.
Take the people around Hera, for instance. Not all of them truly wanted to cooperate with us and seek an ally as Hera did. On the contrary, most of them had their own selfish motives. They wanted to maximize whatever benefits they could gain from this chaos.
Under such circumstances, the results of all my efforts to maintain things were unknown. Jiang Xiaohui's approach was much more straightforward.
We had not gone far before we saw a child blocking our path ahead.
It was Cupid.
His hand rested on his bow, and three small black arrows were nocked upon it.
Black baleful energy curled around the