"But..."
After speaking, Beerus looked again at the empty plate on the table, with only a little meat juice left, and restrained the inelegant urge to lick his lips.
Lu Li smiled at the sight. "Lord Beerus, Whis, as I said before, I wanted to share this food with you both. I still have plenty left. If I am to train under you, then I will prepare our meals from now on."
At those words, Beerus's cat-like eyes gleamed. Lu Li truly knew what he was doing—he was simply the perfect candidate for God of Destruction!
Whis also wore an elegant smile. "Then we'll be relying on Mr. Lu Li from now on. You needn't call me 'Lord,' either. Just call me Whis."
Whis always seemed quite easygoing and polite. He called Beerus "Lord" and Lu Li "Mr. Lu Li," yet did not require others to address him honorifically.
"Then I'll be in your care for the time ahead."
Lu Li said it with a smile. At this point, his position as a candidate for God of Destruction had finally become secure.
Thinking about it carefully, the space had not screwed him over this time. Although it had not directly placed him into the role, obtaining this identity had actually been quite easy.
After all, his base strength was not weak. He ranked among the upper echelon of Universe 7, and he had plenty of delicious food on hand—just enough to tempt Beerus and Whis.
"Lord Beerus, are we still going to Earth?"
Whis asked. He felt that now that they had Lu Li, a powerful candidate for God of Destruction with seemingly great untapped potential, Beerus had already gained something, whether in terms of battle entertainment or food.
So whether they still needed to make the long trip to