Mi Yan, that lunatic peacock, was terrifying when in a bad mood—but equally terrifying when in an exceptionally good mood.
The problem was that the Divine Lord's mood was as fickle as the clouds in the sky, capable of flipping from one extreme to the other at any moment.
Take now, for example. Just a moment ago, he had been grinning like a blooming flower, but suddenly, his expression darkened.
Mi Yan had just realized something.
If that wild man his little nemesis had found in the mortal realm really was Cang Ming's reincarnated divine soul… then wouldn't the Nourishing Soul Fungus she had just taken end up benefiting that man?
A quick mental calculation—she had dug up his precious treasure… to nourish his mortal enemy?
Another thought—he had unwittingly helped raise his own sworn rival?