Who was Qin Fen? People in the Mortal Realm might not have had an answer, but everyone in the Heavenly Court had one clear impression: a trap. A nasty trap. An absolutely goddamn nasty trap.
Whenever Matchmaker Yue thought of this guy, he always said, "He crawled out of a cesspit. Don't even try guessing what he'll do!"
As Qin Fen's longtime adversary, the Jade Emperor could tell you with complete confidence, "That bastard never does anything useful. He spends all day fucking around, and by the time he's done, you'll be throwing up!"
Ziwei could get downright dramatic. "What? Qin Fen? Holy shit, with the things he does, I bet even he doesn't know how they'll end!"
That was right. As the Heavenly Dao, omniscient and omnipotent, Hongjun could say with absolute certainty, "I know everything. I arranged it all. Except Qin Fen. I can't calculate what he'll do, and he can't even guess himself. How the fuck am I supposed to figure him out?"
Although that was how Hongjun felt, he was certain of one thing: whenever Qin Fen started messing around, the result would be earth-shattering. He had plenty of experience with that. Now, watching Qin Fen stand before a mountain of piled-up angels, his heart kept skipping beats. This fellow had one distinctive trait.
Whatever he came up with always went off the rails. Whether that turned out well or badly, only heaven fucking knew!
Had some of it turned out well? Certainly, plenty had. Had some turned out badly? There had been a hell of a lot of that too, and Hongjun always had to clean up the mess. This time, his thoughts were a complete jumble. *How am I supposed to clean this up? I guessed the beginning, but not the ending. You've gone