Seeing the miserable state of the Chosen One Job, it was impossible for Bai Xiaowen not to worry about Xia Feng.
That was how Chosen Ones were. The moment they accepted a god's gift, they effectively handed everything about themselves over to that god's control. Though Chosen Ones stood high above ordinary Evolvers, brimming with superiority thanks to their divine gifts, before gods, they actually had less freedom of choice than ordinary Evolvers.
Xia Feng might be obsessed, but he was not foolish. He simply did not care much about mundane affairs. When something truly concerned him, his intellect surpassed that of most people.
Xia Feng could understand what Bai Xiaowen meant.
"You're worried I'll end up like this Job?"
Bai Xiaowen nodded. His lips moved, but he said nothing.
For ordinary Evolvers, conflict with gods was unlikely. It was not easy for a god to cultivate a promising Chosen One, especially a combat-oriented Chosen One like Xia Feng, whose potential was limitless. He was practically gold in the desert. They would not casually play the Headshot game with him.
However, if Xia Feng walked alongside Bai Xiaowen, the likelihood of him coming into conflict with gods would rise sharply.
Because Xia Feng was a Chosen One, that implication could not be stated outright. Xia Feng would have to grasp it himself.
Xia Feng quickly caught the key point. Bai Xiaowen's concern meant that he harbored some profoundly disrespectful thoughts toward gods and might someday stand against a group of them.
"You don't need to worry too much," Xia Feng said with an easy smile. "Only those who accept a god's gift of power have their lives and deaths controlled by that god... Come to think of it, the God of Truth behind me has never directly bestowed power upon