A Contest of Wits

"What can I get in return if I do fulfill that promise?" Su Ping asked a question instead, for he didn't wish to reveal his intention too soon.

The woman raised an eyebrow. "Land? Power? Gold? A divine ability to crush your enemies?"

Su Ping gave her a doubtful glance. "That's a lot of stuff. Are you saying that I can get none of these?"

"Hmph. As a matter of fact, you may choose freely. Note that if you want a piece of land, the best I can do is to grant you a minor world of a divine city. Since I have zero idea who you are or what you're planning to achieve, I suggest that you ask for money or a skill. Don't even think about asking for any of our secret arts though. You won't get any."

Su Ping stared at the woman without speaking. A small world? A city? He had never intended to ask for that much!

He suddenly realized that he might have miscalculated the woman's true value.

"Pardon me, but… What kind of god are you?"