Little Flame actually still had it a little better than Dad.
The Demonic Path had a deeply rooted admiration for strength. Submitting to the strong was customary, and the present Yan Qianlie was clearly a powerful figure his master could no longer fathom.
So at times, Yan Qianlie still looked quite commanding.
Inside the Heart of Blazing Flame, a platform of lava rock had been erected. Draped in a ceremonial robe, Yan Qianlie sat imposingly upon it, entertaining Father God with wine. "Try our Blazing Hellfire Wine, Father God. How does it compare to that sissy wine of Xie Jiuxiao's?"
The woman stood gracefully at his side with her head lowered, like a maidservant.
Chu Ge and Qiu Wuji sat shoulder to shoulder. Neither could help looking up and back and forth between the pair. Chu Ge clicked his tongue. "Qian Qian, you're pretty impressive, huh."
Yan Qianlie waved his great hand. "Naturally. When men entertain guests, what place does a woman have at the table?"
As he spoke, his fierce gaze swept toward Qiu Wuji. Expressionlessly, Qiu Wuji laid her sword on the stone platform with a clang.
"Tsk..." Yan Qianlie smacked his lips. "Fine, fine, fine. Your cultivation is high, so you count. It's just that our Father God can't keep you in line. Shameful."
Chu Ge smacked his lips too. "Qian Qian, are you itching for a beating?"
Inwardly, he thought, Yan Qianlie got to do all the showing off today. Boohoo... How does he manage to be so tough?
"No, no..." Yan Qianlie coughed dryly. "Apart from that, Father God is still great, omnipotent, shining his light over all the world..."
"Spit it out."
"No, no, I merely wanted to express my gratitude to Father God. My humble wife's resurrection was entirely thanks to your grace.