Compared to Fan Mei Nan, Cheng Si Han had followed Loki for longer, so she knew more about him.
As the God of Mischief and Lies in Norse Mythology, Loki was the most willful among the Norse gods. He had no clear concept of good or evil and acted entirely according to personal preference. At the same time, he possessed immense power. In a sense, he was like a brat holding a rocket launcher.
Whether his intentions were kind or malicious, they always came without reason. Cheng Si Han had learned that lesson more times than she could count. In Fan Mei Nan's eyes, Cheng Si Han was Loki's most favored believer, and the two of them had quite a few things in common. But Cheng Si Han knew very well that while she might inherit some of Loki's power, she could never inherit that innate, cruel innocence of his.
Take now, for example. Fan Mei Nan and Cheng Si Han had been tormented by this so-called trial for so long, repeatedly interrogating their own souls before finally making agonizing choices, only to suddenly discover that it had all been a cruel joke. Neither of them had ever been on Loki's list of considerations from the start. Cheng Si Han could even imagine how delighted Loki must have been, hiding somewhere nearby and watching this unfold.
But as she thought of that, something suddenly occurred to her. She asked Zhang Heng, "Did you really take down Pestilence, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, all by yourself?"
Zhang Heng nodded. "The process was actually rather complicated, but as far as the outcome goes, yes."
A conflicted look appeared on Cheng Si Han's face. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "If—if I'm willing to help you find Loki, can