The Golden Crow and the Fu Xiqin quietly kept their mouths shut, drunkenly appreciating a mortal and a god arguing within the same body.
"Nangong Mo, are you really bringing up that mess from eight hundred years ago?"
"Eight hundred years? It's ten thousand, Bao Gucheng, you foolish mortal. What do you know? Back then in the East Sea, just to make her happy, I drank a cup of poisonous wine she gave me, pretending not to know, just to see her smile at me once."
"Ha."
"You only lay in a coffin for a night, what's that as a sacrifice? Like that guy Pangu, you're just profiting without effort."
"Ha."
"Did I say anything wrong? You all took advantage of her protection for you—one gained her Spiritual Power for free, another lived carefreely up till now. What did you even sacrifice? It's freeloading!"
"Mind your words, Fu Xi."
"Can't take a few words of criticism? Right now, I most want to beat you senseless, you foolish mortal..."
"Bang—zaaap zap zap!"
The battle escalated.
