The Dragon God and negotiations: sharing information and resources, we both want the Human God dead

When Cui Ciyou brought the Dragon God back, he used three ropes, two coils of iron chains, ten layers of magic seals, and Rujierd keeping watch the entire way.

"Brought him back" was really more like "dragged him back."

The Dragon God stood nearly two meters tall, his white coat billowing as ropes and chains wrapped him up like a rice dumpling for the Dragon Boat Festival. They brought his severed hand back, too.

The plan was to have Sylphy reattach it once they returned.

Still, he was Dragonfolk-or rather, the only second-generation god in this world.

Despite such serious injuries, in that short span of time, a thin, pale golden scab had already formed over the spear wound beneath his left ribs. His right shoulder, which Cui Ciyou's sword strike had rendered powerless, had recovered as well.

The ropes were specially made, and the chains were Beast-Binding Chains the Sword God had brought from the Sword Sanctum, supposedly a legacy of the First Sword God, who had used them to restrain S-Rank monsters.

Cui Ciyou had absolute confidence in himself. Before the fight even began, he had already prepared the equipment for bringing his opponent back.

Alice walked alongside the group, casting a sidelong glance at the tightly bound Dragon God. "Is this necessary? He's already hurt this badly."

"Of course it is. This is how we mortals show our respect for a god," Cui Ciyou replied without looking back.

Alice considered that and offered no further objection.

The Sword God looked utterly exasperated at those words. "You're a mortal? A god?"

By the time the group returned to the mansion on the outskirts of Sharia, the sky had grown dark.

Warm light shone from inside. Even from a distance, they could see Sylphy standing at the door, looking