Loki’s Plea

"Please," Loki said with a chuckle, "you already have a divine being walking around your house, sharing the same husband. Let's not act like we gods are all a plague. Isn't that right, Your Majesty?" He directed the question at Tian Xingyun, who stood slightly behind Daniel, looking like a little dutiful wife.

"Shut up, Norse god. We are not familiar with one another," Tian Xingyun snapped, her sharp tone cutting through the air. "I recall you once tried to steal the Immortal Peach from my father's garden. Have you forgotten how I chased you for over a thousand miles?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I remember it quite well," Loki said with a smirk. "You were chasing one of my illusion clones for a thousand miles. I watched with great interest, curious how long it would take you to figure it out. But in the end, you never did. I grew bored and dispelled the illusion myself."