"Xiyue, are you alright?"
Ye Chen held Su Xiyue's hand, his face filled with worry as he spoke.
"I'm fine."
Su Xiyue shook her head gently as she softly said.
"Poseidon, I owe you a favor for this time."
Ye Chen took a deep breath, turned around, and said to Aesdor.
"Hades, take this as a greeting gift from me. To think that as one of the Twelve Main Gods I'd be driven to such a state by a few mortals, that's truly a disgrace for The Divine Race."
Aesdor's lips curled into a smile as he looked at Number Nine and indifferently said, "You people from the Mortal World are really bold. A bunch of rats hiding in the dark, actually coveting the Divine Stones of the gods."
"Poseidon, I hadn't expected you to wade into these muddy waters."
Number Nine sneered and then, with his expression returning to normal, he said.
"You still don't run away now? Do you really think you can make a move against me?"
Aesdor watched Number Nine with an interested gaze and said lightly.
