Who else could it be?
Huai Shi rolled his eyes.
Of course, it was the woman laughing herself into a fit on the sofa right in front of him.
The former Di Jun—the Lord of the Gods of East Xia, sovereign of the blazing sun, executioner of Sun Gods, initiator of the age of divine slaughter, direct force behind the alliance of gods, witness of the Astronomical Society, shadow after the Kingdom of Heaven, and...
—The Taichi of old!
Just describing the many titles hanging off her was enough to make one feel short of breath. The room was probably too small to hold that many people.
But seeing the cautionary tale from the past standing before him in person, Huai Shi felt that being unambitious was actually pretty nice.
At least no one would fear or hate him.
"Got it now, Huai Shi?"
Tong Ji sighed. "No matter who it is, no one would want their life, death, and everything else controlled by someone else. This world absolutely cannot allow a true Taichi to appear."
"You speaking from personal experience?"
Huai Shi shot her a sidelong glance.
"What?"
Tong Ji asked in return, lying on the sofa as she looked at him. "Interested in my past?"
As though genuinely puzzled, she blinked and let Huai Shi stare at her, glare at her, and glower at her until, in the end, he helplessly looked away.
She merely smiled.
Growing more smug by the second.
She patted the sofa beside her. "Come here, come here."
"What are you doing?"
Looking at that gentle expression, Huai Shi's PTSD from all these years immediately put him on guard.
What was this woman up to now?
But Tong Ji said nothing, merely waited.
If you don't sit down, I won't say a word.
Until