Far in the distance, Zhao Jundu was sneezing. “Is someone plotting something against me?”

Song Zining laughed. “There are too many people plotting against you, but I think there might be more people who want to marry you.”

Zhao Jundu waved his spear, saying, “Cut it out with the meaningless stuff, the fight isn’t over yet. We have to clear out this lair before nightfall.”

Song Zining said helplessly, “Don’t be such a slavedriver! Even if I don’t wait to recover my origin power, I still need to dress my wounds.”

“Why would you need to dress minor flesh wounds? You’ll get injured again, anyway.” With that, Zhao Jundu dragged Song Zining away.

Struggling, the latter pointed at the large body of the six-armed general. “Let’s collect the spoils first, spoils!”

“Others will deal with it, come with me. Your blood will cool down in a bit and the effects will diminish.”

Song Zining kept struggling. “I’m already a divine champion, I don’t have any more ambitions! Go ahead if you want to temper true gold in flames, why drag me along?”

“Training together...