Upon hearing Tepid Scholar's words, Loki smiled and said, "Good choice."
"Just one quick question. Where did the Farming Supreme Metac come from? I have never heard of it before."
Tepid Scholar said, "It is not a secret. It belonged to the Farming God. He and the Human Emperor were allies of the three Cosmic brothers in the war we fought to decide the fate of the Sea of Worlds."
"It is clear that they lost," he said with a short laugh. "The Farming God was killed by me, and I took his Supreme Metac as my spoil. I have been planning to fuse with it for a long time. But now a better use has come up for it."
"So, that's how it is," Loki said as he nodded in understanding.
Then he said, "All you need to do is swear an oath on your Dao, and I will bring what you want."
This time, there were no tricks to deceive Loki. Tepid Scholar swore the proper oath on his first try, so there was no delay in executing the deal.
