Xue Yunfeng turned to the woman and the dragon, whose expressions were uncannily alike, with perfect sincerity. "What? Have you got good news to share?"
"Old Dog... could you not use your talking-to-a-client face on me?" Old School Striking King's look of glee turned cold. "The last person you treated like that quit the game, didn't they?"
Xue Yunfeng hurriedly touched his face. "Huh? Was I wearing my work face just now?"
He sighed. "That Night Envoy must have triggered something in me... The one who showed up in the Underdark last time didn't seem quite so... well... above everyone else."
"You can just say she looks down on everyone. She acted about the same as those spoiled brats who insisted on buying your guild... They all think they're better than everyone else." Sanda King slid down from the White Dragon. "She didn't get off lightly, either. This time it was worse than a whipping.
"That goddess of the Dark Night was probably watching the whole time. Maybe she thought her priestess was embarrassing her, so she punished her again.
"There was nobody there but me and a bunch of animals, so she went even further... For a woman, it was definitely cruel. Her hair turned white, and wrinkles appeared on her face.
"Tsk. She looked ready to cry. She begged for mercy, then knelt on the ground and howled out an oath that she'd complete her goddess's task. After that, she threw on a black cloak and ran off."
Hill glanced in bewilderment at the shadow beneath the tree... Why did goddesses all like punishing followers who went against their wishes this way?
It wasn't that he didn't know how hard growing old and losing one's looks could hit a woman. He had once lived in a world overflowing