Holy Spirit Cult Elder—Yuwen Dali! "You two seem to be in a rather bad mood?"
"Do you need me to give you two a day off so you can rest?"
The two men had only just fallen into despair and had yet to recover when Di Tian's sudden appearance gave them a fright.
Quickly composing himself, Zhen Hua replied in an indifferent tone, "Beast God, you worry too much."
"It is merely that we have not seen our old friends in a long time, so we feel somewhat melancholy."
"Melancholy?"
"I think it is more than that."
Di Tian fiddled with the wine jar on the table. Only some darkened dregs remained inside.
"You two, was this wine good?"
His seemingly amused question made Zhen Hua and Mu Ye's hearts skip a beat.
They forced themselves to explain, "Xu Sheng Qun was the one who insisted on having it. It had nothing to do with us."
"I am pleased that you did not take the initiative, but I do not like the fact that you regarded them as saviors."
"Besides, while you did not act first, you did indeed do it."
"We are all adults here. This is not child's play. Once you have done something, you must bear the consequences, whether you wanted to or not."
Hearing Di Tian lay everything out so plainly, Zhen Hua no longer harbored any hope of getting lucky.
He said coldly, "Di Tian! You promised us as the Beast God—"
Bang!
As Zhen Hua spoke, Mu Ye gripped the porcelain cup he had just drunk from and smashed it heavily onto the table. The cup shattered into fragments beneath his grip.
"If you dare touch A Ruheng, I'll fight you to the death."
Yet Di Tian could not even be bothered to spare