The Guardian Star thought that he might have pleased the Primordial Star if he brought that girl here. He didn't expect to offend Rezekiel.
With such a heavy killing intent, he truly felt as if he was killed a thousand times over.
"Is that how you treat a delicacy?" Rezekiel coldly asked.
"N-not at all. I was wrong!" The Guardian Star didn't argue back. He knew that if he made a mistake here, he was going to be killed before he even knew it.
Death was still a better fate. If he was unlucky, he might actually suffer a fate even worse, just like those Necromancers from other worlds were going to suffer.
"Don't touch the girl. I will personally go to her. I have waited a long time for her. I can wait a few more hours," Rezekiel warned the Guardian, retracting his killing intent.
Finally, the Guardian was able to breathe properly. He felt relieved that he wasn't going to be killed.