Tsukikage Hoshi covered half her face with her fan, a dangerous glint in her alluring almond-shaped eyes.
"Brat, everyone who dares to flirt with me meets an early end. You've got some nerve."
Fang Cheng noticed that Tsukikage Hoshi usually referred to herself as "I," and only called herself "I" when she was angry.
That meant she was angry now.
Fang Cheng didn't stand his ground. Instead, he apologized without hesitation. "Sorry, my thoughts were filthy."
But he couldn't really be blamed. He'd just told her about his deal with Izanae, and Tsukikage Hoshi had immediately said she wanted to make a deal with him too.
How could anyone not take that the wrong way?
Besides, Fang Cheng hadn't been teasing Tsukikage Hoshi. He genuinely couldn't handle any more.
He'd been exhausted the night before. A hundred of them— even a man of iron would've been worn soft after that.
There was no sense of time in the Evil God's illusions. Who knew how long he'd been tormented? Ten days or half a month might've been a conservative estimate.
His body was fine, but mentally, he was completely stuck in Sage Time. Even an old warhorse wouldn't have been able to raise his lance.
Seeing Fang Cheng apologize, Tsukikage Hoshi let it go. "I can tell you how to solve your problem, and I won't charge you. But you have to tell me what benefit you got from the Evil God."
So that was the deal. Fang Cheng nodded in agreement.
"Evil Gods are powerful, but it's difficult for them to enter the mortal world. They need an Anchor."
Tsukikage Hoshi truly was an information broker; she laid it all out with confidence. "The Goddess of Compassion came to you because she probably wants to use you as a stable