For strength and devotion, offering up one's chrysanthemum took tremendous courage. At the very least, the high priest couldn't do it. His heart was breaking right now.
Since it was his first time encountering a bizarre god like Chef Qin, Anubis lost his composure. In a fit of rage, he blurted it out without thinking. Who could have known it was a trap?
How could he not know what the reaction below would be? He was so conflicted he wanted to die. You bastard, you set me up? Sweeping his gaze over the strange looks around him, Anubis's mood was imaginable. A god, a god who was meant to be revered—and now, what reverence was there left to speak of? The entire scene was filled with the fragrance of chrysanthemums. So upsetting.
Qin Fen pursed his lips. Anubis had said it himself; what did it have to do with him? Did it really have nothing to do with him? The smile on Qin Fen's face was quite sinister. There was a saying: attacking the heart was the best strategy. That was how he had always done things.
"If men don't like you anymore, what is there left for you to live for? Isn't that what you've been living for? Your worshippers aren't women anyway! Since you don't care, just find female worshippers instead. They'd be easier on the eyes too." Qin Fen was delighted. He didn't feel any pressure from the projection. He had a full set of Magic Brushes now.
Hahaha, I'm finally no longer powerless. Now I have the nerve to face a god too. Don't forget, the chef also had the Expression Gift Pack.
"I don't need women!" Anubis was in agony. He was a god; what did he need women for? Once he said that, the