Celestial God

With those words in mind, Jian Wushuang finally felt at ease.

If it was indeed Mie Sheng's plan, Weiss was his ultimate trump card.

With Weiss by his side, he had no worries.

If Mie Sheng wasn't a grim reaper, then he would meet a far worse fate.

With his current strength, Mie Sheng might not even be his match.

And with the presence of Elder Blu and Divine Wood King, among others, it was even less likely that Mie Sheng would dare to come!

Regardless, he had nothing to lose.

If Mie Sheng truly was a grim reaper, then he would be doomed.

With Weiss's intervention, he could relax.

And if Mie Sheng wasn't a grim reaper, it would be even simpler.

Without that sense of threat looming over him, he suddenly felt much lighter.

He took the opportunity to inquire further, "Lord Weiss, when you say that the gods come from mortals, does that mean you're not a mortal?"

The gods come from mortals.

He understood this.