The black bird was bouncing on the Bloodshed God Emperor's shoulder in sheer delight. Despite being in an environment that could easily burn stage four World Deities to death, it didn't seem disturbed in the least. It was easy to see just how terrifying that was. It kept bouncing around and commenting in a joyous mood, "Bloodshed, weren't you the one who solemnly told me back then: 'I won't be wrong!'" It even deliberately mimicked the Bloodshed God Emperor's voice as it repeated his words.
"How's that slap on the face treating you? Does it feel disgraceful?" the black bird cackled out. "Didn't I tell you before to not be overconfident? The future has yet to happen, and anything is a possibility."
"He has yet to grasp a grade one Deity Heart?" The Bloodshed God Emperor put on a slight frown. "It looks like I've regarded him too highly. He's likely not worth grooming any longer. Alright, let's just stop mentioning him."
