Facing Ronan's gaze and pointed remarks, Wen Huilan lowered her eyes and said nothing. She was actually doing all right for now. As long as Ronan did not question her directly, she could simply remain this way. After all, most of his barbs were surely still aimed at Mora.
Beside her, Mora rolled her eyes.
"No need to wonder. People are definitely going mad in droves right now. Of course, even more people will suspect you're the one who's gone mad... so could you tone it down for now and give everyone a moment to breathe?"
Mora, who normally loved nothing more than stirring up trouble, had actually become the one pulling on the reins. The more one thought about it, the more absurd it seemed.
In fact, Mora was making a genuine effort to steer the conversation back. "Ronan God, I'm begging you, Ronan God! Since we started discussing 'deities,' I've declined at least twenty calls. Fifteen in the last two minutes alone. Keep this up, and you'll have offended practically every client I've cultivated over the years..."
"Because you brought it up first." The Mountain Lord chose that moment to twist the knife.
"Shut up!" Mora had no patience to argue with the Mountain Lord and slapped the table.
This time, the Mountain Lord was not even annoyed. He merely smiled. But his eyes shone brightly; he was anything but a detached spectator. He seemed closer to exhilaration, and there was no doubt he would jump back in at the first opportunity.
In fact, from Long Qi's perspective as something of a bystander, it was not just the Mountain Lord. Mora seemed exhilarated too.
She pleaded softly with "Ronan God," then slammed the table and snapped at the Mountain Lord. Those shifts between softness and aggression hinted at