"Do you think if we propped the table back up now, we could pretend like nothing happened?" Lin Shen glanced at the table overturned by Wei Wufu. The tabletop was already shattered, plates broken everywhere, food and wine spilled all over the floor. It was beyond saving.
Now Lin Shen finally understood why Di Esi had yielded. With thousands of Upper Gods gathered here, even if the three of them had a hundred lives, it still wouldn't be enough to survive.
"They say ten temples may be ruined, but one marriage should not be broken—seems there's some wisdom to that saying. Karma sure hits fast. If I'd known this would happen, I might've advised Di Esi to consummate the marriage earlier. Forget if she's a rich beauty or not; with thousands of Upper Gods backing him, he could walk sideways in the Celestial Court, and no one would dare to mess with him." Lin Shen's thoughts wandered.
