Poor Lord Champa—life under his elder sister's thumb had already been hard enough, and now there was one more person to torment him.
Was I being too nice to Lord Beerus?
Compared to the God of Destruction Champa, who lived in such dire straits, Whis could not help feeling that his attitude toward the God of Destruction Beerus was far too easygoing. He answered every request. Should he learn a little from Vados? Then he shook his head.
Forget it. Lord Beerus was not as easy to fool as Lord Champa. If he went too far, Beerus would only become harder to manage. It was better not to change anything.
His gaze turned toward Sephiria and the others, who were in the middle of training, and Whis's mood brightened.
These Saiyans were extremely eager in their pursuit of strength, and they could train diligently as well. Under his guidance, their power had been rising step by step. Universe 7 finally had a few experts it could be proud of.
"Before long, Universe 7 will produce several Godly Sequence experts. When the time comes, its universe ranking should finally rise a little."
A satisfied smile rested on Whis's face as he stood leisurely beside the clear lake.
"Whis, Whis, let's make hot pot." Just then, a fishbowl staff drifted over, and the Oracle Fish lay on the rim of the bowl, shouting loudly.
"All right."
Whis smiled at the Oracle Fish, nodded, and conjured up a large pile of ingredients. "Would you like some fish slices too?"
"Let's not. Hot pot is enough for us," the Oracle Fish cried.
Whis smiled, heated the pot base, placed the neatly cut slices of meat into the pot, swished them through the hot water, then dipped them in sauce and put them into his