The God of Destruction held his wine cup perfectly steady, his face still wearing the God King's languid calm. Only the vein at his temple gave a little twitch.
"Nothing." His voice was even as he hurriedly covered it up. "I was just saying, this wedding is quite lively and grand."
The Goddess of Life withdrew her hand lightly and looked up at Ye Guyi on the high platform. A little more warmth softened her gentle eyes.
The God of Destruction secretly let out a breath of relief. The pain at his waist still lingered, and he was already silently calculating how he would have to coax his goddess when they got back.
Xu Yanli had taken in the entire scene above. He couldn't help the faint curve of his lips.
So even the lofty God of Destruction was just an ordinary man who knew how to back down in front of his wife.
The God of Destruction seemed to notice his smile and immediately shot him a glare. His eyes said plainly, "Brat, what are you laughing at? You'll understand once you settle down."
Xu Yanli wisely looked away and turned toward Ye Guyi, standing quietly beside him.
The hand clutching the red silk still trembled faintly.
Just then, the Goddess of Life's gentle voice slowly rang out, carrying across the four directions.
"Child."
Ye Guyi's figure stiffened slightly. A layer of red silk obscured the deity from her sight, but that gentle, compassionate voice brushed her heart like a spring breeze, and she inexplicably felt calm at once.
"Ten thousand years ago, the First Generation Angel God perished, and her godhood shattered. For ten thousand years, no one has been able to inherit it."
The Goddess of Life spoke slowly, her voice warm and full of hope. "You