Meanwhile, on the other side of the city at the Xin family's home, the two Impermanent Gods had resumed their human forms now that it was dark. It was just that Bai Qi looked a little haggard. He had somehow found a red ribbon and tied it around his forehead.
"This is how it is in your human movies and TV shows. When someone's sick, they tie a ribbon around their head. It's a label, and you know, it's better for you humans to have them," he said, then turned and shouted toward the kitchen, "Xiaoxue, for the chicken soup with wonton noodles, add two extra eggs and hold the cilantro. Oh man, I really need to refuel."
"You're just sick with greed!" Mr. Hei snorted, looking at his partner with utter disdain.
"Greed is a sickness too," Bai Qi retorted shamelessly.
"But your spiritual body is damaged. Won't eating so much meat affect your cultivation and recovery?" Xin Huohuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
