Black Butterfly Fairy and Divine Wuji gazed at each other for a long while before Divine Wuji ultimately sighed. Perhaps Qin Jun and his two companions had already escaped; pursuing the matter further would be futile. Heaven knows where the spatial and temporal turbulence had sent them. It might be better to owe Black Butterfly Fairy a favor.
A debt of favor accumulated over twenty thousand years—if repaid, he would feel at ease within.
He said with a sigh, "Very well, have it your way. You really are too headstrong. If someone else were the master of the temple, you would have encountered trouble long ago."
"If it were someone else, I may not have even helped him establish the God Temple," Black Butterfly Fairy said softly, a trace of disdain flickering in her beautiful eyes.
Divine Wuji really considered himself a god. Before the establishment of the God Temple, he was nothing but a stray dog without a home.
