In her eyes, Xiao Long had come to apologize sincerely.
After all, Xiao Long's acting skills were several levels above even an Oscar-winning actor's.
How could a soft, innocent girl like the God of Goodness, who looked as though she had barely experienced the world, possibly see the black heart hidden beneath his sincere smile?
Even "a dagger behind a smile" was not enough to describe Xiao Long.
Xiao Long's "sincerity" made the tiny bit of dissatisfaction the God of Goodness had previously felt toward him vanish without a trace.
After all, she had never had a bad impression of Xiao Long to begin with. She had only been influenced by her husband.
Now that the misunderstanding had been cleared up, her last bit of resistance disappeared as well.
In the end, unable to refuse his generosity, the God of Goodness accepted the Moon Heart Mist Xiao Long had given her.
The God of Goodness repeatedly promised that once she returned, she would have a proper talk with the God of Evil.
Xiao Long watched the God of Goodness leave, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his lips.
That Moon Heart Mist was not truly a million-year-old plant.
Xiao Long had never even seen a million-year-old plant himself. How could he possibly give one to the God of Goodness?
It was merely a rather good plant he had catalyzed with the power of the Wood God Godhead.
It looked like a million-year-old plant now, but within a few years, it would wither and reveal its true form.
By then, however, Xiao Long would already have reached the pinnacle of this world and fused with his true self in the Great Thousand World.
At that time, how could he possibly regard the God of Evil as worthy of his