Angel Rakshasa Dong curled her red lips at Zi Ji's words and wound the long whip around her hand.
"Them?"
Crack!
The golden whip snapped through the air with a crisp crack, and the sound of it tearing through the air made the three figures playing dead on the ground shudder in unison.
"Nothing major."
Angel Rakshasa Dong extended the slender fingers of her other hand and pointed at the three battered, bruised figures on the ground, their divine armor shattered.
"Those two—Fire God and Light God."
"Not sure how they angered Senior last night, but he dragged them straight down from the God Realm and stripped them of their godhood."
"Now they're my new toys."
The Beast God Di Tian's eyelids twitched wildly.
They had provoked that terrifying shopkeeper?
These two Deities probably had less brains than Bear Lord.
"Then... what about those people?" Zi Ji's curiosity was thoroughly piqued as she pointed toward the bustling construction site in the distance.
Every one of those people was covered in dust and grime, efficiently carrying bricks and mixing cement. A young man holding a whip and a fierce-looking middle-aged man were supervising them, occasionally kicking them as well.
Zi Ji's gaze swept over the crowd, and her brows unconsciously furrowed.
For some reason, she felt an indescribable sense of familiarity from them.
Especially the lightning-dragon clan emblems that could still barely be made out on their tattered work uniforms.
"Huh?"
Zi Ji tilted her head as a thought flashed through her mind.
She seemed to have seen that emblem somewhere before.
She lightly nudged Di Tian beside her with her elbow, lowering her voice, though the amusement in her tone was impossible to hide.
"Hey, Di Tian, look."
"Don't those guys working so hard look familiar?"
Di Tian had been