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"Is this the Hall of Gods?"
After finishing all the arrangements in the hidden Underworld, Gu Xi still remembered his final plan: to visit the Chief of the Goddesses' Hall of Gods.
But the scene before him left Gu Xi bitterly disappointed.
Forget the style for now—the Hall of Gods should at least be big, right?
Yet the Hall of Gods in front of him was nothing more than an area paved with four marble floor tiles, each one meter by one meter.
A full four square meters.
Back when Gu Xi had not even taken up his class yet and was locked in an underground cell in Victoria City, even his living space had never been this small.
What could anyone do with a place this tiny?
And that was not even mentioning how awful the environment was. Weeds were growing between the floor tiles.
Along the edge of the Hall of Gods, there were also some white candles that had already burned halfway down, but now every single white candle was extinguished.
Gu Xi simply could not bear to look at the state of this place.
He crouched down helplessly, first pulling out all the weeds between the tiles, then clearing away the useless White Candles.
After every last piece of trash on the ground had been cleared away, Gu Xi suddenly felt a burst of pleasure in his heart, as if the environment before him made him very happy.
Gu Xi froze for a moment, then understood. This was the Hall of Gods giving him feedback.
After all, the Hall of Gods was Gu Xi's skill. Tidying up the Hall of Gods was a form of help to Gu Xi himself.
After that, Gu Xi sensed something