Looking at the "Old Woman" before him, Lu PingAn was somewhat surprised and somewhat wistful.
Their previous meetings had actually been rather pleasant for him.
The personality traits Lady Lin displayed were probably the type he preferred.
A lively, cheerful, outgoing young girl—active in temperament, yet carefree and sunny; open and generous in her dealings, yet never affected.
"Isn't she my complete opposite in every way?"
Thus, a gloomy, paranoid mature lady—crafty and deeply calculating, with negative emotions maxed out—slowly poured out her daily complaints beside Lu Mouren's ear.
This time, since he was facing this big shot, Lu PingAn naturally used his best state, "cat possession." Yet when spirit and flesh became one, Lu Mouren apparently failed to keep his inner thoughts in check.
"Fine, fine. Just because I like something doesn't mean it suits me. No matter how fragrant a wildflower is, it's still a wildflower."
The words sounded sincere, but they were plainly joking, even teasing. Lu PingAn's eyes locked onto the green-haired girl behind that woman.
The contempt in Lu PingAn's tone was undisguised, as if the one before him was not a lofty deity, but some roadside whatever.
"Heh, you're still so humorous."
The deity continued to smile, without anger or unease, even though she was currently within her enemy's Divine Realm.
Neither side attacked, because there was no point in fighting.
Lu PingAn's main body was the Courtyard, while Lady Lin's main body was God's Ark in the sky. Killing a vessel or an incarnation of will was meaningless to either side.
The green-haired girl's phantom flickered. The next instant, the middle-aged woman's figure became slender. As long as a deity was willing to expend power, reshaping matter with consciousness was merely a matter of thought.
At that moment, Lu PingAn's eyes lit up.