Within the swirling Fate Mist, a bizarre "wooden house" emerged, a wooden door adorned with decorations appeared before Tang Qi.
All he had to do was reach out, grab the doorknob—a wooden carving that resembled a child's hand covered in chocolate sauce—turn it to open the door, and he would have accepted Tum's invitation and be able to meet with him.
However, Tang Qi did not do so immediately; he had yet to decide how to handle the "Navakenrez," the out-of-control servant god.
As if sensing Tang Qi's situation, an aged but still robust and deep voice, filled with a thick air of joy, came from the wooden house.
"Sage of the Fool's Ship, welcome to my Toy House. I eagerly anticipate meeting you."
"Hmm?"
In Tang Qi's eyes, a look of surprise appeared once more.
"How many times is it now? The Fool's Ship is so well-known among ancient and powerful divines, and possessing it makes these ancient powerhouses regard me highly?"
