"Senior Brother, it's wonderful that you're back. With you here, we brothers won't have to fear anyone."
A rare, childlike expression appeared on the God of Light's otherwise solemn face.
It was clear that after struggling alone for so many years, he was filled with pent-up grievances.
Finally having an older brother to rely on had instantly struck a soft spot.
'Senior Brother?'
Zhao Rui's expression turned strange, but he reacted in an instant. 'He probably thinks I'm his Senior Brother because I can use Bright Divine Power.'
'Of course, it's also possible this guy is just playing dumb.'
'But either way, it doesn't really concern me.'
"So you're my Junior Brother. In that case, let this Senior Brother test your Martial Arts."
Without another word, Zhao Rui attacked the God of Light.
"Alright, then this Junior Brother will show you what little I've learned."
