After kowtowing three times, he stood up, his back straight.
Those three kowtows had been for the billions of people of Great Qin.
They had been for all the people under heaven.
They had nothing to do with anything else.
Gods might not exist, but divinity lived in the heart.
The First Emperor decided that, once he returned, he would have a golden statue of the savior made for future generations to revere.
Son Gohan took Fuwa to meet Beerus and the others.
Beerus and the others were still eating, utterly at ease.
Upon seeing the Gods of Destruction and Angels, Fuwa greeted them one by one.
"Oh, stop fussing, Fuwa. Come and have something to eat. The food here is really delicious," Champa said, waving him over.
"Huh?" Fuwa sat down in a daze.
"What do you mean, 'huh'? Try this egg roll. It tastes incredible," Champa said loudly, recommending his favorite dish to Fuwa.
He was like someone showing off a treasure he had discovered to a friend.
Was it really that good?
Dubiously, Fuwa picked up the egg roll and took a bite.
Oh?
It was savory, fragrant, tender, and silky, without any eggy odor. It was so delicious that he was at a loss for words.
This was unbelievably good.
Fuwa's eyes lit up, and he gave Champa a thumbs-up.
"Hahaha, learned something new, haven't you?" Champa looked thoroughly pleased with himself.
Fuwa swallowed the egg roll and said in delighted surprise, "It really is delicious! Why didn't we discover that Earth had food this good before?"
Vados smiled beside them. "After all, human civilization on Earth has existed for such a short time by our standards. That's perfectly normal."
"Hehe, that's true." Fuwa nodded.
Son Gohan: ...
Six or seven thousand years of human