"You can tell I'm a very sincere Trader."
Once he had determined that he could not outplay the god before him in calculations and tricks, Lu PingAn did not think losing was a big deal. Even if this was only a fragment of her humanity, who knew how many brilliant minds were assisting her calculations?
In the God Wars of the old era, there had never been such a thing as a strategic misjudgment. Victory and defeat often came down to the gap between the limits of "foreseeing the future." Those so-called heroes and divine sons who had been arranged on the board might have been calculated against from the moment of their birth and throughout their growth.
When facing such an existence, it was better to communicate as little as possible.
When dealing with gods, one stated one's demands and offered Sacrifices. If the deal went through, good. If not, one ran. That was the method repeatedly proven by both ancient and modern people to be most suitable for trading with gods.
"Not enough."
The green-haired girl before him shook her head. From the very beginning, she had known what Guan Xinxian and Lu PingAn needed.
But merely dealing with that half-crippled evil god in orbit outside the world was nowhere near enough to make her personally descend, much less adjust this incarnation to resemble her old mortal form as closely as possible.
Of course, appearing in this familiar form to irritate her Senior Sister was one reason as well. When they met, she had been somewhat disappointed. If her Senior Sister had still retained her former form instead of becoming a "ghost," she might even have been able to absorb her into her divine kingdom.
Whether as an amusing divine envoy or a subordinate god serving as a