"Two teachers. One will help my master claim the Rakshasa Divine Position, and the other will help Xue'er claim the Angel Divine Position."
Fang Fan bowed slightly to the two projections of the God Kings in midair, his smile warm and courteous.
He had always known when to stand tall and when to show respect.
When asking gods for favors, it paid to be polite. Besides, one of these two had removed the Evil Thought from his master, while the other had given him a divine mark and an Evil God Ring. Both were on his side.
"Very well."
The Evil God King spoke first.
He lounged against a bank of roiling black mist. At some point, a wine flask had appeared in his hand. He tipped back his head for a drink before speaking at his leisure.
"Helping my disciple's master is helping one of our own.
A teacher helping another teacher is only right."
He tilted his head, let his gaze fall on Bibi Dong, then looked away.
"I'll help Bibi Dong, then.
Destruction, you take care of the little golden-haired one."
The Destruction God King's projection stood to one side, its violet-black divine light as solid as an immovable mountain.
He glanced at the Evil God King, his displeasure plain in his voice.
"You old bastard. You know how to pick the easy job."
He had gone to great trouble to cleanse Bibi Dong of the Asura Power and Evil Thought within her. Now, just as his efforts had paid off, the Evil God King wanted to take over. He was left doing the work so someone else could reap the reward.
"Well, you're the senior one."
The Evil God King took another swig of wine, his voice carrying a lazy, shameless ease, as though even the