"Flying Wasteland City's Nangong Wuji requests an audience with the Divine Lord!" The Confucian Robed Old Man was immensely powerful; he could kill the god of an entire town with a flick of his hand.
Yet when he came to meet Green Water Village's god this time, his attitude was exceedingly respectful.
At that moment, Qi Yuan, who had been eating with his head lowered, looked up at Nangong Wuji. "You're here to attend the feast too? Come, sit down and eat whatever you like."
Nangong Wuji looked at Qi Yuan, surprise flashing through his eyes.
Because he did not sense any dense divinity from Qi Yuan.
This meant that this god was actually of a very low rank.
"Then this old man shall not stand on ceremony." Nangong Wuji walked over.
Huang Mengying followed with a curious expression. She was truly curious how this New God had killed the god of Shi Family Village.
She was also somewhat curious. How could a god... sit together with these ordinary mortals... and attend a feast?
She had seen quite a few gods. Their strength might not have been great, but they considered themselves noble and were utterly unwilling to sit with mortals.
This god was a little too down-to-earth.
When Nangong Wuji and Huang Mengling arrived, villagers hurriedly brought over two chairs and added several bowls and pairs of chopsticks.
The villagers all watched the old man and the woman with curious expressions.
After all, they were important figures from the city.
"Are you the most recently born god, sir?" Huang Mengling could not help asking.
If she remembered correctly, Green Water Village's god was a Dog Tail Grass God, not humanoid.
"More or less." Qi Yuan focused only on eating at the feast.
To be honest, in the Azure Wave