The most important thing was that besides Jiang Yanting, the iceberg, there was also the God of Killing from the Huo Family of Hexi—hardly anyone dared to take a seat at that table.
"Sit over here." Shen Zhixian called out to Shen Shuci with a smile, perhaps feeling a natural kinship with someone sharing the same surname.
"Thank you." Shen Shuci sat down next to Shen Zhixian, leaving just one seat between them, which happened to be occupied by some unpopular god of plague; she simply nodded and smiled politely at him, while the person in question kept a cold face, showing little emotion.
"Uncle Huo, can I really come over to play at your house?" Taotao was apparently not afraid of him at all.
"Yes."
"Then, can Uncle Xiaosi come with me?"
