The God of Evil sat beside him cracking melon seeds and gave him a sidelong glance:
"You really are carefree, God of Destruction. Your wife's been out this long, and you haven't even checked on her? I go with my wife even when she gets her hair done."
The God of Destruction remained as unshakable as an old hound. "It's fine. She always goes alone when she gets her hair done..."
After another stretch of time, the Life Goddess finally returned.
In the God Realm Committee's hall, the God of Kindness had already fallen asleep on the table, snoring away.
The God of Evil sat beside her with his chin propped on his hand. His eyelids were fighting each other, but he was still managing to stay awake.
Tang San huddled in his chair, his legs pressed together.
Only then did he belatedly realize how his trousers had become short shorts. The cold air in the hall blew against his bare calves, making both legs shake like chaff in a sieve.
The God of Destruction was the first to see the Life Goddess enter. He stood and took two steps toward her, an urgency in his voice that even he failed to notice:
"Life Goddess, you're finally back. Are you all right?"
The God of Evil silently added to himself, He says it's fine, but deep down, he still cares quite a lot.
The Life Goddess stood in the doorway, the flush on her cheeks not yet entirely faded. She had changed into a new turquoise gown, because the previous one had been torn to shreds.
She gathered her skirts and cleared her throat, her voice carrying a somewhat unnatural composure. "Ah, yes, I'm fine."
The God of Destruction nodded, then asked the most crucial question. "Just who is this