This scene completely stunned Li Xin. This...this...it's gone just like that? He hadn't even seen his grandmother and the others show off their skills, using all sorts of ghost-catching techniques and magical treasures! How...is that all?

Ma Lihua was very fair; she divided the evil god into ten pieces, five for her grandmother and five for her mother.

The explosion was unusually quiet, as if it had been planned, like a fart.

The spotlight on Ma Lihua's head was turned up high, brighter than the lights in the living room. Ma Hehua, who was smiling like a chrysanthemum, took the light off her daughter with heartache.

"Aunt, your sword..."

Before Li Xin could even ask the question, he felt a chill run down his spine. He turned around and saw his grandmother and great-grandmother staring at him with their deep, unfathomable eyes. They felt that if he continued to ask, he might be out of a job on the spot.

He swallowed hard. "Auntie, your sword is really nice. It's a perfect match for you. It's like a goddess descending to earth." As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that his aunt's expression had changed.

Ma Lihua: [“How did he know I was a goddess? Have I been exposed? Impossible! Is he bluffing me? Yes, it must be, I absolutely cannot admit it.”]

Then Ma Lihua said with a gloomy face, "Xiao Xin, don't talk nonsense. A goddess? How can your aunt compare to that? A goddess's status is so noble. As for me, I'm at least... just a fairy who doesn't eat the food of mortals." Ma Lihua said solemnly, a little loudly. She wanted everyone to hear that she... was not a goddess.

Li Xin; "…………………………"

Okay! If she's not a goddess, then she's not a goddess. What's with this otherworldly fairy? Also, please stop looking at him with that gloomy gaze, okay?

“That’s right, my daughter is like a fairy or a goddess. Just hearing those names makes her sound like a middle-aged woman who’s a bit older,” Ma Hehua analyzed.

Ma Lihua; "……………………"

"Hmm! Goddess sounds better than fairy. My little darling is a celestial being, the most beautiful fairy in the Ma family that I prayed for." Ma Linghua said with a smug look on her face.

Ma Lihua; "………………………"

In fact, the goddess is not a middle-aged woman; she is far better than the fairy, and her appearance is even more beautiful. But can she say it? Can she defend herself? She keeps it to herself; she is just a little fairy.