Ever since long ago, Zhang Shiwen had been watching Liu Xiaoxiao.
Unlike others, Liu Xiaoxiao did not like well-behaved children. He believed children should be mischievous and troublesome. Children who were too sensible always stirred his sadness and made him feel distressed.
He did not care whether his actions were good or evil. He only did what aligned with his heart. So long as he wanted to do something, he would do it, and he would do it as perfectly as possible, unwilling to leave behind any future troubles.
He liked a leisurely, carefree life and hated tedious trifles, but if it was to achieve a certain goal, he was willing to put in the necessary effort.
Zhang Shiwen had seen all of it.
If she had to use one word to describe Liu Xiaoxiao, Zhang Shiwen would choose "perfect."
Perhaps beauty was in the eye of the beholder, but in Zhang Shiwen's eyes, everything about Liu Xiaoxiao suited her tastes.
Moreover, this so-called perfection was not limited to his personality. It included his abilities as well.
When Liu Xiaoxiao had first arrived in this world, his talent had not stood out. Early cultivation placed greater emphasis on martial souls and Innate Soul Power than on supposed comprehension. Even comprehension was affected by the human brain and soul.
However, as time passed, his talent gradually revealed itself.
Not long after becoming a god, Liu Xiaoxiao had mastered the authority of the God of Space, wielding all kinds of abilities as naturally as his own limbs. By comparison, He Qiang and Chen Long had not developed much of their godhood authorities. Even when the hundred-year limit arrived, they had failed to make up the gap between themselves and Liu Xiaoxiao.
At the time, though, they all believed it was coincidence, merely