The Cold Wind God was feeling quite embarrassed now.
In the temple of Yinyinhu, the God of the West Wind, he sat kneeling on the hard stone floor, his head bowed, genuinely unsure of how to lift it.
Indeed, he was the Innate God who had just been defeated by a living creature a few days ago.
The Cold Wind God really hadn't expected it.
He was, after all, in his own Divine Realm, humming a tune, picking out female attendants to serve him when—SMACK!—he was ambushed by a living creature.
These days, being a god was starting to get risky!
The Cold Wind God was associated with the Wind Dao; his profound understanding of the Great Dao was nothing more than adding a bit of chill to the breeze.
In the entire circle of Innate Gods, he had been relatively obscure, with below-average strength, merely clinging to the coattails of Yinyinhu for a sense of presence, but this time...
He became infamous!
