Do You Believe Me?

"Loyalty? What would I want your loyalty for? What use would it be? I came here only to complete the task of my mortal identity. I have no interest in anything else. If you hadn't knelt and begged me just now, I would have left long ago." White-haired Jaina was hardly going to give in so easily. If she casually offered advice, who would value it?

The Old God felt that, if it were in its place, there would be no need to entertain such an unreasonable request either. It had been accustomed to being the boss for tens of thousands of years, and now it had to humble itself and beg someone. Its heart was already filled with rage. Yet its life was at stake, so no matter how dissatisfied it was, it could only swallow its broken teeth.

"Great being, please heed my humble plea and show me a clear path." The Naga possessed by the Old God lowered her body once more and kowtowed to White Jaina.

"What an incorrigible fool. I'm standing right before you, yet you still need to beg me for a way to save your life." White Jaina looked as though she hated to see iron fail to become steel.

The Old God was stunned upon hearing this. There was meaning beneath those words. It seemed that she had, perhaps, maybe, probably discovered something.

She blankly recalled White Jaina's words. It was as if lightning flashed through the darkness, and she understood. "You... you mean, abandon my identity and name, and become an ordinary mortal?"

Only then did White Jaina smile in satisfaction. "It seems you still possess a little wisdom. Destiny is on your side."

The Old God had not expected such a method for avoiding disaster. She hesitated and struggled. "But