"Come in." His voice was indifferent. He glanced at the little white ball with a curious expression, then chuckled. He was still just a child.

The tent flap was pulled back, and a slender figure in a light blue dress walked in. Her hair was styled in a fairy-like updo with a jade hairpin, and her bright, watery eyes were captivating.

"Ah Lin, I saw that you've been working hard lately, so I cooked you some lotus root and pork rib soup. Please try it."

A hint of impatience, well hidden in Junlin's silver eyes, was not revealed on the deity's face.

"Your body is not fully recovered, there's no need for this." His tone was extremely calm, without the slightest ripple of emotion.

The woman before him was named Qingyi. She was the woman chosen by Junlin's mother as his future wife before her death.

Qingyao smiled lightly, "It's alright, you can try it."

She handed the bowl of soup to Junlin, her watery eyes full of anticipation. Junlin stared at Qingyao's hand as she handed him the bowl, but after a long while, he showed no intention of taking it.

Bei Yan's cat-eye—oops, I mean, its longan—rolled around wildly, clearly puzzled and confused.

Why isn't the beautiful lady taking it yet? Didn't you see her arm is getting sore from holding it? You're so unladylike, just like when you pull your own tail!

"Leave it there, I'll drink it later," Jun Lin said casually, turning his head to look at Bai Tuan. Meeting Bai Tuan's indignant gaze, Jun Lin raised a brow.

Qingyao's fingers tightened slightly as she held the bowl, tears welling in her eyes, her beautiful face filled with hurt.

"Okay, then I'll go back first." She looked like she wanted to cry but was trying hard to hold it back, which made people feel sorry for her and wanted to hug her and take good care of her.

Bei Yan felt a pang of heartache watching this, and wished he could go up and comfort the beautiful girl.

"Hmm." The face of the sovereign god remained indifferent, showing no emotion whatsoever.

Bei Yan watched helplessly as the beautiful young woman curtsied, tears welling in her eyes, and walked out of the tent.

"You! You! You're heartless!" Once Qingyao left, Bei Yan could no longer hold back and angrily accused her.

"Hmm?" Jun Lin raised his long, narrow eyebrows slightly, a look of confusion on his face.

"My sweetheart kindly made you soup, but you wouldn't even accept it! My sweetheart is almost crying!"

This is really too much! As someone who judges people by their looks, Bei Yan felt it was necessary to say a few words of justice for the little beauty!

"Little beauty? Qingyao?" Junlin picked up Bei Yan and rubbed her fluffy body with his fair, well-defined fingers.

"Ah, the little beauty's name is Qingyao, what a lovely name." Bei Yan squinted his eyes and said in a lovestruck manner.

He shook his head. No, no, he should stand up for the little beauty.

"Why didn't you take the soup the pretty girl offered you?"

Bei Yan had started speaking aggressively, but after being glanced at by Jun Lin's cold silver eyes, he immediately deflated, and his voice became several octaves lower.

He perfectly demonstrated what a coward looks like.

He glanced indifferently at the soup bowl on the table, a hint of disgust flashing in his silver eyes, his voice as cold as ice: "Dirty."

Bei Yan looked at the lotus root and pork rib soup on the table several times with a puzzled expression. "Dirty? Where is it dirty? It's not dirty at all, it smells quite good."

The little guy is so cute, Junlin's fingers lightly...

He tapped the table lightly, his tone playful: "Want some?"

Bei Yan sniffed, swallowed hard, and looked at Jun Lin with expectant eyes.

But the next second, Junlin raised his hand without any politeness, and the lotus root soup and bowl on the table froze completely, then shattered into ice shards, and the water vapor evaporated into the air.

Bei Yan stared in disbelief, his eyes filled with accusation as he looked at Jun Lin: "Brother, are you even human?!"