I Was the First Hour Hand He Personally Shaped When He Descended

"Praise our Lord, praise time!"

"Praise our Lord, praise time!"

The first sentence was Old Man's startled exclamation, while the second was Cheng Shi acknowledging his identity.

No matter how bold the clown was, he would never dare impersonate time on time's own turf. His joke just now had merely been a small show of force.

But in Deng Sui's eyes, this show of force did not seem like a joke in the slightest.

He could tell that the other party was not his Lord of Grace, but could an existence who dared joke about his Lord of Grace here really be simple?

No!

His expression grew increasingly terrified. He quietly raised his head and looked at Cheng Shi.

"I have always thought that time was meticulous and existence solemn. Yet after meeting you today, I realize that my understanding of my lord's will was far too narrow. So time also has the joy of humor.

"Thank you for your guidance. A devout believer will go farther because of it."

"..."

Cheng Shi was stunned. The last time he had encountered such an ass-kissing player seemed to have been when he had "recruited" Long Jing under the identity of the Foolish Trickster.

But, Little Deng, you've misunderstood. Time really is quite solemn. I'm the lively one—no, the God of Merriment.

But Cheng Shi did not correct him. He had to find a reason to get a handle on the other party, so he gave a derisive chuckle and continued applying pressure.

"Very good. Your comprehension is impressive. However, I must remind you that being too cunning and slick will cause your will to lean toward Nothingness. I can sense your piety, but exaggerated piety is not true piety.

"Time is not Deception, and time has no need for exaggeration."

Deng