"It should be said that the timing of your discovery of this body was rather delicate," Mistra said as he looked at Otsutsuki Yamei before him. "The body of a true god would not undergo decay even without a soul to sustain it, because the divine power remaining within it had already formed its own cycle, completely free from dissipation or interaction with the outside world... But if too much time passed, problems would arise. Since it lacked nothing, the birth of a new consciousness would be only natural."
However, the only response he received was silence. That person had already struggled to hold on until now, and after speaking, he fainted outright.
At first, Shen Lanxi had been entranced by his beauty and had not noticed anything wrong. It was only when Xiao Ciyu went further that the soreness in her waist and back jolted her awake.
But when she clearly saw the person so close to her, she instantly forgot how to breathe. Why was he here?
"The plate beside it is a traditional Icelandic specialty, a cold dish of fermented shark meat. Its flavor is rather unique. If you don't like it, we won't refund you."
"Where are you?" Yue Jiangcheng noticed that the other side had suddenly gone quiet. He could not help setting down his work and raising his gaze, his expression complicated. His handsome eyes were filled with deep darkness, like a bottomless abyss that drew people in.
The sign clearly read Yunyi Media. Meng Wanyin had pressured those paparazzi, but with Yi Bo's looks, being a paparazzo was truly wasting his potential. With that thought, she strode into the building.
As a mage, Song Xin had performed decently enough, without the eye-catching displays of the other two. Suddenly, she heard a voice.
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