A moment ago, Wu Wang had been holding a meeting with the future chief officer of the God of Spring's Divine World. In the treehouse of the Young Master's Divine Realm, that sacred place usually forbidden to any follower, the question and answer session had gone on for about an hour.
Liu Guang did what he said he would do, and asked the Young Master all those questions Wu Wang had told him, word for word.
The giant tree where the treehouse was located was filled with Soldiers on every branch, and below were beings of the Hundred Races who had heard of the Young Master's presence and had come to pay their respects.
They weren't there for anything else. They simply wished for sons and grandchildren, a legacy of many descendants.
Inside the treehouse, the God of Flowing Light thoughtfully nodded and murmured to himself,
He really didn't deceive me at all.
The Young Master smiled without speaking, watching Nu Chou in the corner trying to put Xiao Ming to sleep.
