Meihui scoffed loudly, "The Heaven's Advocate, huh? Isn't this your first day at work?"
Even with a sword to her neck, the Goddess didn't lose her composure. However, Weisheng was far from losing his composure because she acted high and mighty.
"Trying to avert the topic?" Weisheng sneered. He slowly pulled his sword back from her neck, sheathing it instantly.
The Goddess turned her head to the back and frowned. Was she so underestimated that a lowly advocate dared sheathing his sword? She clenched her staff tightly and swung it across him. He effortlessly stepped back and avoided her swing, snapping his fingers to put her under his curse instantly. Suddenly, her limbs felt heavy. She grunted as she fell to the ground. Her staff rolled away from her hands.
"W-What did you do to me?!" Meihui felt dizzy and weak.
