Su Qiao cast a meaningful glance toward High God Qionghua, High God Yufeng, and the others before saying unhurriedly:
"If this had happened before today, I could have promised you with absolute certainty that I would never have anything to do with him again. But now... I'm not so sure."
"What do you mean?"
Everyone was somewhat confused.
Su Qiao curled her lips.
What did she mean?
She meant exactly what she had said.
Could it be that the people of the God Realm were even less intelligent than the mortals of the human world?
High God Qionghua, who had just sent her daughter back and then returned, seemed to have seized upon Su Qiao's weak point. She immediately pointed at her and shouted:
"You all saw it. She's still this stubborn and incorrigible. Eight thousand years of reflection did nothing to change her original ideas. If anything, she's even more arrogant than before."
The corners of Su Qiao's lips lifted as she said mockingly with a smile, "Heh, I am a little flamboyant, but at least I don't act one way to someone's face and another behind their back, using underhanded and sinister methods. People like that are the truly frightening ones."
The Heavenly Emperor's gaze darkened. He was extremely displeased as he warned High God Qionghua, who had interrupted again, "Clan Leader Qionghua, I will make my own decision. Everyone's eyes work perfectly well. I hope you will stop interrupting."
High God Yunhe hurriedly pulled back his furious wife and said in a low voice, "Enough. Don't you think you've embarrassed yourself enough?"
The Heavenly Emperor looked at Su Qiao. "Continue."
Su Qiao wore an expression that suggested she had nothing left to fear and said, "My divine soul was injured, so I've lost some of my memories.