"You could just ask me for money if you need it."

Looking at you, Shi Wudu said while covering his lips that were curved in disdain with a fan. The God of Wealth simply couldn't understand how an immortal and majestic being like you decided to stoop to trying to personally earn money through labor rather than taking from the offerings of the followers. To descend from Heaven for such a small thing? Contact with mortals? If such a thing were to come to the attention of the Celestial Heavens, you'd be mocked for the next century and he wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

But it was all right because the Celestial managed to sneak down to you and bring you back. He did it with difficulty. Shi Wudu quietly continued as he looked around his white-washed terrace.

"But don't dishonor me and yourself with these pathetic attempts..."

He snorted, not finishing his sentence, but only nervously fanned himself. Shi Wudo u would never admit that he was worried about you. The mortal world had its own threats for ascended beings.