"You've been a great help, Head Manager."
On the way back to the Main Hall of Benevolent Emperor Pavilion, Wu Wang had fallen asleep, a faint smile on his lips.
He no longer needed to worry about what would come after.
Although the Sleep God did not want to get involved in the strife between Heaven and Earth, he was, after all, the God of Yun Meng, who had risen to fame since the second divine era. In their brief contact previously, Wu Wang had also subtly sensed that although the Sleep God was eloquent, he had never lowered his dignity, simply trying his best to "pluck" himself out of the struggle between gods and humans.
What he said most was:
"These words are said by the strong gods of Heaven Palace, and they have nothing to do with me."
"I am just a small god delivering messages; troubling me is in vain."
The Sleep God, having been sent to the Human Domain, was already quite dissatisfied with the Head Manager.
