Father God was discussing matters with the God Queen from Huron. I was pleased to see that the remarkable woman named Hela had indeed become much more normal after her "recovery." Though she still occasionally said one or two startling things, she at least seemed somewhat reliable when discussing serious business. Two major figures occupied a corner of the Living Room, arguing about the Void Cataclysm. Xiao Xue and Sandora sat with them as well—one knew the most about the Void Cataclysm, while the other was a seasoned ruler of the Empire. The four of them were discussing highly specialized topics, so even someone like Qian Qian, who flocked to excitement and created it herself when there was none, chose to keep her distance from the quartet of experts.
As for me, there was even less reason to mention it. Their discussion sounded like heavenly scripture to my ears. I felt as if the area within three and a half meters of that little tea table had become another dimension. I hid far away, afraid Sandora might call me over. It was much like avoiding the homeroom teacher as a kid—people who were both serious and knew far too much were terrifying, even if one of them was my daughter and another was my wife...
Thinking about what Father God had just told me, I grew curious. I rummaged through the pocket on my chest and set a little green figure on the small table before me. Ding Dang had been busy tinkering with her inventions these past two days. She did not sleep properly at night and spent half the day drowsy. When I pulled her out of my pocket, she was still groggy. She sat up muddleheadedly and flashed me a brilliantly silly smile with a radius of