Watching Aphrodite ascend into her swan-drawn chariot, exuberantly heading towards Sicily, Luo En touched the Divine Shield in his hand and silently sent his blessings to the grandiose goddess.
"Hephaestus, you must seize this opportunity well, and not waste all my efforts."
As the God of Love's chariot vanished into the horizon, Luo En withdrew his gaze and couldn't help but yawn.
Ever since the war of the gods, he had been busy non-stop, not only dealing with a mountain of demanding work but also handling a few petty goddesses. In a way, it was an extreme extraction and torture both physically and mentally.
If he hadn't already ascended to be a Chief God, with flesh nearly Immortal and spirit almost Immortality, he probably couldn't have withstood the added pressure of life and the antics of that group of lionesses.
Just let me catch my breath...