Pei Guode Hotel.
The room deepest into the top floor.
The figure of Divine Power Tianyang condensed in the corridor.
He gently pushed the door open, only to see a short-haired elderly woman sitting at the table, cradling a hot cup of coffee.
"Ezekiel, are you satisfied with your room?" Divine Power Tianyang asked.
Ezekiel put down the mug, smiled, and said, "It's much better than the cage Spencer arranged, at least I can see the sun here."
Divine Power Tianyang walked to the window, his figure almost merging with the sunlight outside.
"It's good that you like it. People say I am a destroyer, a pseudo-god, but many also flock to me seeking a place in the New World. I am curious, how do you see me?" he asked.
"Why don't you answer my question first?" Ezekiel said.
"Ask away. I am not stingy," Divine Power Tianyang said.
"Why did you spare me?" Ezekiel asked.
Divine Power Tianyang turned to look at her and said, "Do you pursue death more than life?"
