501 A Misunderstanding
Yuchi was puzzled. Why did Prometheus say that he had killed Hanjiang?
What was the basis for such a conclusion?
“Mr. Yuchi, you didn’t kill your jinx?” Prometheus was stunned.
“I didn’t and would never do such a thing,” Yuchi frowned.
“Why would you suddenly ask this question?”
“Could it be that someone is secretly slandering me and saying that I killed my jinx?”
Prometheus was at a loss.
He shook his head slowly and said, “No one slandered you. I just made a judgment based on logic.”
“You’re a demigod now, but a few decades ago, you were still a Dao heart realm cultivator.”
“How can a Dao heart realm cultivator reach the demigod realm within such a short period of time?”
“It’s impossible.”
“Therefore, I naturally came to the conclusion that you obtained your power by killing your jinx.”
When Prometheus said these words, he felt aggrieved.
Given what he could see, his conclusion was logical. Yuchi had become a demigod so quickly, and furthermore, his jinx was not by his side.
A jinx always followed their guardian around.
Yuchi could only remain silent.
What else could he say at this moment? Was it a mistake to be powerful?
Prometheus continued.
“So did I make a wrong judgment?”
“So you really didn’t kill your jinx?”
“So you’re still the amiable person I’ve been talking to?”
“So you’re still a neutral third party in this war?”
Prometheus asked four questions in a single go.
Yuchi could only smile bitterly.
He shook his head.
“My jinx is currently doing something else elsewhere. I’ll be going back to look for her after I’ve settled some things here over the next two or three days.”
“I honestly didn’t expect such a misunderstanding to occur.”
Yuchi had not brought Yue Hanjiang with him this time because the current situation was too complicated.
Yuchi thought it would be best if she stayed with the angel race for now. After all, as a Dao heart realm cultivator, she would be able to protect the angel race as they prepared for their migration over this fifteen-day period.
Prometheus was surprised.
“So, Mr. Yuchi, you really reached the demigod realm by cultivating with your own ability in just a short few decades?”
Honestly, Prometheus was at a loss. He did not want Yuchi to admit that he had killed his jinx, nor did he believe that Yuchi had managed to accomplish what he thought was an impossible feat.
What else could Yuchi say?
He simply nodded.
“No matter what, I won’t kill my jinx. In addition, I despise the fact that the Knights of the Round Table have done exactly that. You’re overthinking things.”
It seemed that Prometheus had been holding back on asking this question this entire time.
Prometheus’ eyes were filled with surprise. “Alright, alright! Please forgive me for my rudeness just now, Mr. Yuchi!”
“My performance just now was a bit embarrassing!”
“After all, this is the first time I’ve seen someone who managed to achieve the impossible within such a short period of time.”
“It’s simply unprecedented!”
“As a demigod myself, I know how much time and effort needs to be invested in order to reach this realm.”
“Therefore I jumped to the wrong conclusion when I saw that you had become a demigod.”
“I’m really sorry. It’s a misunderstanding.”
Prometheus’ face was red.
Of course, what Prometheus did not know was that Yuchi had already mastered the method of becoming a true god. He would have been completely dumbfounded if he knew that.
Yuchi smiled, indicating that there was no need to pay any attention to this matter. It was just a simple misunderstanding.
On the other side, the moon god race’s members were watching in astonishment.
What was going on?
Why were those two getting along so well?
They even seemed like close friends now.
Was this really the same strict and aloof General Prometheus?
…
Of the four ladies gathered in the distance, three were wearing black dresses, and one was wearing a white dress.
They exuded nobility and elegance as they made their preparations for the ceremony.
The Saintess was no taller than 1.2m, but she looked exquisite amidst the reflection of the Moon Goddess Sea.
Under her pointed ears, one could see the beautiful web-like scales.
These soft scales glowed, making them look as beautiful as the stars in the sky.
The Saintess’ gaze fell on Yuchi. She was clearly thinking about something as she watched him.
Everyone was waiting.
Why was their conversation so long?
Then, at a certain moment, Prometheus suddenly said, “Mr. Yuchi, I would like to invite you to join our ceremony for the Moon Goddess Faros.”