Tens of miles away, Luo En looked back at the blood and dawn light interweaving, a chaotic Primordial Ocean, and couldn't help but reveal a very unkind smile on his face.
With "dear little sister" Eris taking the blame, the theft of the Sacred Garden should not be traced back to him.
Once the heat died down, he could present the Golden Apple to Medicine God Asclepius at War God Mountain and let his great-nephew advance the research on the elixir of immortality.
A double-digit count of Golden Apples, plus a large stash of precious herbs pilfered from the Sacred Garden, should be enough for the boy to produce something substantial.
Luo En was silently calculating, and the gloom in his eyes gradually dissipated quite a bit.