Donald's gaze swept towards Nicholas in his hands, his handsome face was solemn: "I have lived for thousands of years and have never made a covenant with a human. You are the first."
Nicholas sneered: "Should I feel honored?"
Donald nodded solemnly: "Indeed, you should. You are worthless in my eyes. You should be grateful for the protection of the Eastern God."
Huo Yirong approached Qin Ruan and asked in a low voice, "Sister, is the Eastern God that Donald was talking about you?"
Qin Ruan is indeed a Demi-God Body, but still not quite up to god status.
This life, she, like any other normal person, is bound to age and die.
Qin Ruan's eyes dropped, her voice cold: "He's probably gone blind. There are so many heavenly masters in our country, so are they all gods?"
She felt that Donald was overvaluing her status.
Huo Yirong leaned in, his gaze fixed on Qin Ruan's face full of disgust, doubt filling his eyes.