"Holy crap?"
He had been taken for a sucker?
Jiang Qiao was a little dazed, and somewhat amused despite himself. For a moment, he had no idea how to respond.
But now was not the time to stand around in a daze.
After a brief pause.
He decided to follow the other party's suggestion and temporarily give up on summoning that Half-God he had met only once. He quickly went around to the other side of the hexagonal altar, constantly fine-tuning the shape of the thunder shield as he moved.
It had originally looked like a cage.
But now it had once again returned to the form of Ball Lightning.
Only, the edges of the lightning now had some faint, barely perceptible holes, making it look as though it had turned into a fine mesh. The City Gods inside noticed the change and frowned slightly.
They could sense it.
Jiang Qiao must have made some sort of decision just now—to fight against the evil spirit that was climbing up.
But in the blink of an eye.
It seemed to have changed again.
He had given up on fighting.
He was preparing to leave the huge problem for them to deal with.
This change made Linggong Prefectural City God somewhat uneasy. But when he looked toward Star Prefecture City God Yan Yishu, he saw that the other party still wore a calm expression and showed no particularly strong emotion.
"The person who contacted me was from the Daoist sect?"
"He saw me using the Thunder Art, so he mistakenly thought I was also a Daoist disciple?"
Jiang Qiao changed position.
He arrived at the other end of the altar.
"Reincarnation... This Daoist disciple called Yang Ling seems to be an old monster. How interesting. The Daoist sect in the Supernatural World