"..." He sighs, sounding temporarily resigned. "Wonder if that means he'll be pissed off that I said anything."

A shrug, but it's that scale he wants to know, given the rest even annoyingly made sense. Gods aren't much of a concern to him in a personal sense, between being a divine being and knowing true "gods" on the train. Cultivators don't often attempt ascending back home, but they could, if so inclined.

So different understandings, different areas of influence, it's logical. Not personal, as it is.

He reaches towards the floating images, seeing if there's any response to his touch.

"Were you offered any choice in this assignment?"