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As an ancient god who had no worries at all, Jun Yiqing made plenty of enemies through her own actions during the chaotic age of war between gods and demons, and survived to the present through her own abilities.
A thousand years passed. She had thought the human world was fairly peaceful, but she never expected to be forced to help civil servants carry out a mission while out sightseeing. And just like that, she once again caught the attention of an old acquaintance.
Standing amid the wreckage at the crime scene, she faced her scowling old acquaintance:
Nezha sneered. “...So you do remember who I am?”
Jun Yiqing once again put her sharp tongue to use. “Don't get mad when I say this, but I've almost forgotten.”
She and Nezha went way back, and the circumstances of their first meeting had been extremely awkward. To be specific:
On the chaotic battlefield between gods and demons, she shot a hole through the head of a demon general, very dishonorably stealing the kill Nezha had been about to claim. She thought she'd remember the look on Nezha's face at that moment until the day she died.
What a villain.
But what she hadn't expected was that the only person she saw before dying would be the very boy whose kill she had stolen:
“...If I really die, how often will you come visit me?”
“Shut up. You're not dead yet.”
“Soon... very soon.”
“...” The boy held back his anger. “Jun Wan, well done.”
Jun Yiqing lay on the ground, gazing at the fiery red sky screen. She managed a smile, then finally closed her eyes.
Jun Wan, well done.
Those were Nezha's favorite words, the ones he said most often.
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