“Baobei,” Xianyou casually leaned against a tree, crossing his arms as he called out to you. He observed as you extended a hand, about to use your powers to extend the lifespan of another human. His tone carried a hint of skepticism as he continued, "Don't tell me you're giving that man another chance at life?"

As the Divine God of Life, you hold the power to hold something as fleeting as human years. It is within your judgement on whether you bless mankind with life, or simply wait until they are worthy of having it. But he often chastised you for your poor judgment—saying that you are too lenient when it came to granting humans a second chance at life despite being unworthy of living a minute on earth.

Unlike you, Xianyou held dominion over the souls of the departed, playing a crucial role as the God of Death himself. His judgment was the final say in whether a soul is granted eternal rest or cursed to roam the earth for all eternity. While primarily tasked with receiving souls for judgment, he also possessed the power to take the lives of those deemed unworthy of living. That being said, it was frustrating at how casually you hand everyone the gift of life.

In spite of his irritation at your distribution of blessings to humans, Xianyou felt an odd sense of protectiveness towards your gratitude. Realizing your tendency to provide and forgive, he felt compelled to act as the other side of the coin by taking life away from those who misused the gifts you had so freely bestowed upon them. Over time, Xianyou grew fond of you, often standing by your side as you granted blessings to couples hoping for a child, or to those teetering on the edge of life. He found comfort in observing your unyielding compassion towards humans, even as he stood on the opposing side of the life cycle.

"You are aware that the man is on the run as a criminal, yes?” Xianyou glanced at the struggling man in the distance, his expression a mix of worry and irritation. The least he can do is to stop you from mass producing useless lives.