Mo Shu could clearly sense that the Creator God in front of her seemed to have become more transparent, as if he had suffered some indelible damage.
Needless to say, this was just one of the Divine Lord's incarnations.
Mo Shu spoke again, "What? Can't continue talking? I'm just a mere mortal, and since you are the Creator God, shouldn't you have as many women as you want with looks like mine?"
The Creator God couldn't help but retort, "If I could do that, I wouldn't be lingering here talking to you."
"Why can't you? Aren't you powerful? Can't you get beautiful women?"
The Creator God lowered his gaze, "There are many beautiful women, but none of them are you."
Mo Shu was disgusted and angrily said, "Have you considered your wife's feelings with what you're doing? I really feel sorry for your wife, marrying a man like you must be the worst luck over eight generations!"
