The Ghost Ship would not appear for another three days, and it would show up on the Empire Capital World at that. Capturing it had therefore become an unprecedentedly simple task. This showed just how important it was to have a prophet in the family: though Xiao Xue could be a handful most of the time, she never fumbled the job when it mattered.
So what was there to do over the next three days? Plenty. Had someone forgotten that our family had produced another Goddess?
I had almost forgotten about it myself...
There were three reasons I had nearly forgotten. First, when Qian Qian became a god, we had been busy searching for clues about the divine artifact, and my attention had been diverted. Second, becoming a god had not caused much of a stir in itself. I did not know how the divine pantheons of the Star Realm had handled things back then, but the gods in our own family had all kept a low profile when they ascended. Forget celestial omens—there had not even been congratulatory messages from around the world. Older Sister's case had been relatively dramatic, but even that had merely caused a network-wide diarrhea incident and a Viska period incident. Such a tiny commotion naturally did not leave much of an impression. Qian Qian becoming a god was like stepping out to buy a bottle of soy sauce; how was I supposed to remember it so clearly? The third reason had to do with Qian Qian's personality. This girl was carefree to the extreme. Even if the sky collapsed and the earth split apart, as long as it did not land on her right away, she could still laugh it off. She herself had not taken this matter seriously at all. Looking at that