Cui Yan's eyes rolled white from the choking. Clutching Qin He's iron grip, he begged, "Immortal, lighter, lighter! Supernatural Incidents are full of the unexpected. Let's think of a way together."
"You said it wouldn't be brought into reality after we returned," Qin He said through gritted teeth.
"I was wrong, all right? Supernatural Incidents don't play by the rules! Let me go first, and we'll think of something together." Cui Yan was on the verge of tears. It was early in the morning; he had not even fully woken up.
Then, out of nowhere, he had been yanked from his blankets and pinned against the wall. Who could take that?
"So tell me, what do we do?" Qin He had no choice but to let him down. He demonstratively took off his shoe, revealing that the big toe on his right foot had vanished without a trace.
The gap was smooth and rounded, making it look at first glance as though it had been missing for many years and had long since grown over.
After coming down from the Heavenly Ladder, Qin He had not hurried back to Southern Jambudvipa.
Instead, he had studied the little booklet Cui Yan had given him, hoping to catch some clues. If he suddenly recalled some crucial detail after returning, there would be no one to ask.
Thus, Qin He stayed for more than ten days.
He also wanted to wait and see whether the Divine Realm would send any new gods down.
If they dared come, he would have to capture one alive this time and interrogate them. He had watched the Earth God's shadow puppet show for nothing before; it had not done any good.
But clearly, Qin He did not wait for any gods to descend to the Lower Realm.