"Where is this? Deathstroke, what did you do?"
The moment the words left his mouth, Deadlight realized what had happened. He had gotten distracted while pondering the question of himself killing himself, and that damn Deathstroke had secretly carried him here with an arm around his shoulders. That was far too underhanded.
Back when he had been the Sorcerer Supreme on Earth, people had still been a simple race dressed in Beast Hide and wielding clubs. When had they become like this?
Dark. Too dark.
"This is the Night Garden. You can also call it the Great Bathhouse, the Night Domain, or give it another name after you marry Mother Night. I don't think she'd object."
Letting go of Agamotto's neck, Su Ming rolled his shoulders and had Strangle light him a cigarette. He casually exhaled a cloud of smoke and replied with a smile:
"As for what I did... heh. So, how did mortal wisdom taste?"
Agamotto had not been wrong, really. Sometimes, gods' wisdom truly was beyond human understanding.
But the reverse was also true. Sometimes, gods could not understand what humans were thinking either.
Su Ming had only held back because there was going to be a wedding today. Otherwise, if he had asked when Nick Fury would die, Deadlight probably would not have found the answer. He would have obsessed over it on his wedding night until he could not get it up.
"You... you..." Clearly infuriated by Deathstroke's mockery, he was getting worked up again. Not long ago, after being fooled by an illusion, he had still claimed to be smart. Now he only felt utterly humiliated.
His originally orange skin had turned red like a boiled shrimp.
"What? Trying to scare me? Did you forget what Oshtur just said?" Su Ming turned and made