No matter what kind of woman it is, it seems they all fear being told they are old.
Especially Westerners, even more so.
Athena was a typical Westerner, although she appeared to be only in her early twenties, in the prime of her youth, unbelievably beautiful, and could be said to have reached the pinnacle of worldly beauty.
But she still couldn't stand to hear the word "old," Hu Po's words almost drove her mad.
"I was wrong."
Hu Po honestly admitted his fault, facing the wrath of a goddess, he knew his place well.
Of course, this was also because the other party was not an enemy, if he had faced a real enemy, Hu Po would never have bowed his head.
"Hmph, if it weren't for the fact that you are Poseidon's nephew, I would have smashed your head in just now."
Athena's anger had not yet subsided, but she eventually calmed down.
Hu Po shrank his neck back, that woman was truly terrifying.
