Jia Xiu was not very good at dealing with gods who said, "We're all bros," one moment and suddenly turned serious the next.
Well, to be honest, he did not have much experience dealing with gods in general.
He was only familiar with Justina, as well as that Sect Master who might or might not have been a god but was definitely no weaker than one.
He had never met any other proper gods.
And this Oberon, honestly, did not look particularly proper either.
The fairies' god was a hulking man whose muscles rivaled Arnold's before he started conducting human experiments. That was deeply bizarre.
Among fairies, they were either not very human-looking, or, if they did look human, they resembled Elves somewhat—small, thin, and slender. A fairy with a build like this was like a human with gigantism and excessive testosterone, yet somehow still unaffected in his movements.
It was not entirely impossible, but the odds were absolutely minuscule.
Jia Xiu increasingly felt that Oberon might be the kind of person whose head was not quite right.
Seeing that he remained silent for so long, Jia Xiu decided to call in reinforcements first, as a gesture of respect.
Raise a god for a thousand days, use a god for one moment.
"Justina, emergency, help. This Oberon looks like he's about to hit someone."
Jia Xiu prayed about the most urgent situation at hand.
Justina was also the type to actually show up when something was wrong. Before she even replied, Jia Xiu clearly sensed powerful magical fluctuations behind him. A spatial rift had probably been cleaved open.
Whether it was because Justina had arrived or because Oberon had never meant that in the first place, his tense expression suddenly turned into an enthusiastic smile. In Jia Xiu's opinion, though,