Chapter 1238

"You must've been mistaken. This is my friend, Faith. How could she possibly be a god?" Wyatt spoke up, quickly covering for Faith. He knew her secret wasn't something to be shared freely—certainly not with Zarian. "Your... friend?" Zarian squinted at Faith again as if trying to spot any lingering traces of divinity. Finding none, it let out a relieved huff. "Yeah, maybe I was. There's no way someone as crude, violent, and downright ignorant as you could ever hang out with someone divine." Zarian's tone was full of disdain as it turned back to Wyatt. "Are you serious, furball?" Wyatt's hands clenched into fists as he took a menacing step forward. "You're asking for another round, aren't you? Damn it, buddy! You're itching for a fight after not seeing you for a while!" Wyatt cracked his knuckles and stepped forward, threatening Zarian. "Gentlemen fight with words, not fists. Let's talk this out, alright? "I'm sorry! Please spare me… It hurts… Damn it…" "I wasn't cursing you