Xing Chen had long known we were coming. The moment I stepped out of the Teleportation Gate, I saw him leading a group of familiar faces waiting in the plaza of the Glorious Divine Court. These days, the Empire and the God Realm interacted frequently; visiting each other was practically as convenient as going between upstairs and downstairs. On top of that, both Xing Chen and I were easygoing people who hated trouble, so there was naturally no need for ceremonial nonsense like honor guards. Aside from the God Race soldiers standing watch in the plaza, the welcoming party consisted of several High Gods and figures equivalent to Father God's senior advisers. Uncle Kuwa Yin was prominently among them.
I went up to greet the old friends, then decisively turned and grabbed Father God's hand for an enthusiastic shake before the Dragon God could open his mouth. "Long time no see, long time no see! Those experts we sent over earlier came in handy, right?"
Father God smiled cheerfully. "Thanks to them, they were a huge help. There really aren't many in the God Realm with experience fighting the Fallen Apostles."
At that moment, a palm-sized little bean poked out from Father God's collar and waved enthusiastically at us. "Ah, you're here!"
I had just smiled, intending to greet the Highest Life Goddess, when a tiny voice came from my chest. "Hello, Goddess Sister! Ding Dang is back to play!"
—So they were greeting each other. Father God and I both carried a Three-Inch Ding with us, and when the latter suddenly popped out to say hello, the diversion was remarkably effective.
I gave an awkward dry laugh, while Viska had already gone over to greet her father. Uncle Kuwa Yin exchanged a few domestic pleasantries with his daughter, then