The resolute, tear-streaked face of Quan Jiu before her was suddenly replaced by a huge, furry, chubby face. A Li jumped in fright, her eyes widening. Then she came to her senses and looked at Gungun, saying softly, "Great God."
"Mm-hmm. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? If you do, just say so." Gungun nodded at A Li, then waved a paw and shoved aside Quan Jiu, who was trying to pull him away.
"N-no, I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere. Was it you who saved me, Great God?"
Bang! Gungun swatted Quan Jiu aside again and smiled at A Li. "Yes, I saved you. No need to thank me-we're friends, after all. Besides, as a Witch Scribe, it's only right for this great god to save and care for his juniors."
"Juniors?" A Li paused. She was an acquired-born member of the Human Race, while this great god was an innate deity, so there was nothing wrong with calling her his junior. But being both a junior and a friend sounded rather strange.
"Hey, Great Shaman, what are you doing?" Gungun called out to Quan Jiu just then.
"My wife, my child!" Quan Jiu pointed at A Li as he spoke to Gungun.
"I know, but so what?" Gungun retorted. Then he reached out and felt A Li's belly, sensing what lay within. "This child carries the bloodlines of both the Witch Race and the Human Race. I can sense that he has a primordial spirit. Judging by his development, he'll probably need another three thousand years in the womb before he can be born."
"Brother Gungun, could you take your paw away?" Quan Jiu clenched his fists and spoke through gritted teeth.
"Ah!" Hearing that, Gungun sighed and removed his paw from A Li's belly. Looking at Quan Jiu, he