"Great White Lotus Venerable Sage, it's an honor to see you again."
Fang Jie looked at a large crowd of gods saluting him and nodded slightly. "Very well, you all seem fine. Get settled and return to your posts."
The many gods saluted slightly and then retreated; these were once the gods who had died.
Indeed, Fang Jie wasn't indifferent towards these gods; what he wanted were the deaths of those troop gods, not the more important ones. In the army, there were only commanders of various levels.
If these commanders died, Fang Jie needed to resurrect them.
On one hand, it told the other gods that they could be resurrected after death, making them less fearful of dying.
On the other hand, commanders can't be mass-produced like those troops. The higher the level of the commander, the harder it is to cultivate one, even for a Supreme God.
Having strength is one thing, but having skill is another. Losing such a commander is heart-wrenching.
