Little Fatty stared blankly at Qin Fen. Now he understood where the City God's ugly expression had come from. Everyone was just flattering him. Compared to Qin Fen, he was nothing but a minor sorcerer before a great one. He only had one temple, while Qin Fen's were everywhere. Was there even anything to compare? Those people below were not going to the City God Temple—they were going to Dongwang Gong's palace! Note that it was a palace, not a temple!
"Warding off evil?" He stared fixedly at his boss. It would have been better if he had said nothing. The moment he said it, the City God's heart ached terribly. His Majesty was truly incredible. How could a minor god like him dare compare himself? After saying all that just now, he was about to lose all face. He had gotten shot while lying down.
The Earth God gave a bitter smile. Comparing people could kill you; comparing goods could make you throw them away.
Queen Mother burst out laughing. Looking at Big Chef's face, she wanted to find out exactly what part of it could ward off evil!
Ward off your grandma's eggs! Qin Fen felt both pleased and bitter. Was he happy? He really was. Look at this—countless commoners worshipped him, prayed to him for safety charms, and even hung his portraits in their homes. For all he knew, they might offer him three sticks of incense a day.
But first, he was not dead. Second, what the hell was this evil-warding nonsense? "Do I look that environmentally friendly?"
Little Fatty was speechless, while Queen Mother found it even more amusing. The other immortals did not dare speak.
"Your Majesty jests. You are the one everyone looks to, the one who has won the people's hearts. The