Only Li Tianheng himself knew that he had rehearsed his meeting with Yang Fan countless times in his mind.
Ever since breaking through to Demigod, he had constantly imagined how he would "get even" the next time he saw Yang Fan. He had even revised his lines several times.
Yet the moment he actually saw him, his mind went completely blank.
What plans, what revenge, what triumphant vindication—all of it was drowned out by impulse.
He attacked directly!
Only now that he had come to his senses did fear belatedly set in.
A Demigod attacking a God...
If Yang Fan had casually slapped him to death just now, no one would have said a word.
"Meeting an old friend in a foreign land—I rather liked your enthusiasm just now."
Yang Fan smiled, his tone casual.
"Just call me by name. No need to be so restrained."
Hearing this, Li Tianheng's face reddened slightly.
He took a deep breath. As though making up his mind, even his voice tightened.
"Senior Yang Fan, might I have the honor of treating you to a meal?"
"Of course."
Yang Fan glanced at him, his tone calm. "Didn't you just want to sign a Divine Vassal Contract with me? I think we can discuss it."
The moment those words came out, Li Tianheng's face twitched violently, but he ultimately did not dare argue.
He turned and left, his pace noticeably quicker than usual.
"So what if you broke through to Godhood? Do you think I have no one backing me? Just wait!"
Walking ahead, Li Tianheng grew angrier the more he thought about it, already beginning to scheme.
Along the way, he occasionally turned back to look at Yang Fan.
He found that Yang Fan was merely following calmly, truly as though he were attending