"There really is... how many books have you drawn?" Gu Mo looked amazed, clicking his tongue in admiration, continuing to inquire with curiosity.
"Who remembers that clearly, do you remember how many meals you've eaten?" Yato tried to keep a straight face. This was not only Visakha's dark past but also his. A dignified Lord God resorting to drawing books wasn't something worth bragging about.
"Seems like there are plenty then... no wonder she's so incessantly at odds with you."
"Actually, that's not really the case. Visakha probably doesn't even know about this. Didn't I tell you, our grudge isn't because of this..." Yato replied weakly.
"I understand, I understand..." Gu Mo blinked at him and then cleared his throat seriously, saying, "Actually, it's like this, I have a friend, or maybe a lot of friends, they all want to see, it's not that they don't believe you, it's mainly that everyone wants to broaden their horizons..."
