Even losing a single drop would mean it would take at least ten thousand years to recover. During that time, her cultivation might not advance any further, either.
Everything came at a cost. Even gods couldn't simply make things happen at will.
"Looks like you and it are a good match. I should be on my way!"
"Su Wen, you have obtained the Nine Trials of Kindness!"
"Your trials will appear at the most suitable time."
"I look forward to seeing you in the Divine Realm!"
After the Goddess of Kindness finished speaking, the scenery around them began to transform.
A gentle force lightly pushed Su Wen away.
When he opened his eyes again, the scene before him had become Bibi Dong's bedchamber.
Bibi Dong sat beside the bed, looking at him with worry in her eyes.
Su Wen opened his eyes just in time to see the joy in Bibi Dong's gaze.
"Xiao Wen, you're awake!"
"Teacher?"
Su Wen rubbed his head and glanced around. "Teacher, where's the Rakshasa God?"
"After you were taken away, she disappeared too!"
Bibi Dong examined him and, after confirming he was unharmed, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She stroked his cheek with her jade-like hand and asked, "Xiao Wen, were you chosen by the God of Kindness?"
"Mm!"
Su Wen had barely admitted it when he sensed something was off. "Teacher, how did you know?"
At Su Wen's puzzled look, Bibi Dong smiled, beaming with delight. She lightly tapped the tip of his nose twice with her jade-like finger. "Take a guess!"
"Did the Rakshasa God tell you?"
"Heh, she wouldn't be that kind!"
236: Shall We Split Him Between Us?
Bibi Dong suddenly pointed to her forehead. A small imprint of the Scales of Judgment had appeared on the smooth, fair