Qian Renxue could barely keep a straight face at the sight. Since getting to know them better, she had discovered that these great gods were far too laid-back.
They were practically a pack of disreputable drinking buddies from the mortal world.
"Ahem!"
Howling Celestial Dog was an old dog who had grown shrewd with age. Seeing Qian Renxue's expression, he felt he needed to clear things up. What if she got the wrong idea about his master?
"Well, Mountain God, you don't understand. A friendship between gentlemen is certainly noble, but a pack of fox-and-dog friends is fluffy, too."
"Old Sun likes that! It even sounds soft. Howling Celestial Dog, have you been secretly reading books?"
"Pah!" Nezha jumped up in agitation. "Who's fluffy with you lot? I am an incarnation of lotus root, hollow within and straight without! I will never associate with crooked paths and evil ways!"
"Nezha, have you been secretly reading books, too?"
The three bickered again, and only after a long while did they turn back to Qian Renxue.
"Mountain God, with the Golden Cudgel helping you, this effect is already quite good. It won't disgrace the Heavenly Court. Go ahead boldly. I'll back you up."
With Nezha, a great god of the Heavenly Court, giving his approval, Qian Renxue breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then should we arrange another entrance for a great god?"
Qian Renxue asked. After all, Erlang Shen and Nezha needed a suitably grand appearance, too. A mere mountain god like her couldn't steal all the limelight.
Nezha waved a hand.
"No need. Second Brother and I don't care about such things. Anything will do."
"All right, then. I'll go back and practice some more."
Three days passed in a flash.
The Underworld, Yellow Springs Road.
*The Soul Master Tournament is