Second Uncle looked up at the man, who looked like a god, and thought of something. His eyes started to narrow. "Do you come from the god hall?" He looked at the man with a moderate amount of fear as he spoke.
"You have a little knowledge," the young man coldly said. He removed his hand from Second Uncle's head.
"You really do come from the god hall!" Second Uncle stood up. He still looked at the young man in disbelief.
"There is no need to speak much. From now on, you just listen to what I tell you. Me. God." The young man spoke with a lot of pride.
This time, Second Uncle stopped questioning him. He bowed and said, "How should we refer to you, Mister God?"
"Evil Lotus," the young man proudly answered.
"What do you want us to do, Mister God? It would be an honor to serve Mister God." Second Uncle's words suddenly sounded very subservient.
