"Reporting to Your Divinity, we're willing! The three of us are more than willing!"
Dai Mubai was so excited his voice cracked. Then, heedless of the dignity expected of a Star Luo prince, he repeatedly kowtowed toward the void.
"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you for your favor, Your Divinity! Thank you for granting us a new life, Your Divinity!"
Ma Hongjun and Oscar wept with joy as well, as though they had seized the last straw that could save their lives.
Listening to their profuse thanks, the Rakshasa God in the shadows resembled a benevolent righteous deity who could not bear to see all living beings suffer. She slowly spoke in a sorrowful, ethereal tone, "Enough, enough. To meet is fate. Since you possess such a heart for the path, wait here for a moment. I shall arrange divine inheritances for you at once."
Once the Rakshasa God's voice had completely fallen silent, Dai Mubai immediately seemed reinvigorated.
It was as if even the pride that had once been ruthlessly shattered by the Tang Sect had straightened anew at that moment.
"Fatty, Little Ao, who would've thought the three of us would encounter such heaven-defying fortune in the end?" Dai Mubai could not help sighing. "Good thing we didn't bring that foolish woman Zhu Zhuyun along. Otherwise, if she stole an opportunity that belonged to us, or if that burden caused any one of us to miss out on the fortune of reaching level one hundred and becoming gods, that would've been an enormous loss!"
Upon hearing this, Oscar and Ma Hongjun nodded repeatedly in wholehearted agreement.
"Boss Dai, you really hit the nail on the head," Ma Hongjun flatteringly echoed. "Just like you taught me before, women are ultimately nothing more than resources attached to us."
"Once the three