Wu Wang had never imagined he could enjoy bantering with his mother like this.
When mother and son were together, they often found themselves with nothing to talk about. But today, listening to his mother criticize Emperor Shun… it was particularly amusing.
Once Wu Wang regained his spiritual mind and began to ponder the affairs of the Heaven Palace, he fell into deep thought beside the chess game.
The few people and gods playing chess exchanged glances, each revealing a measure of understanding.
Most of them felt that Wu Wang, after all, still cared about his reputation.
Otherwise, why would Wu Wang be lost in thought for so long, his expression at times dark, at times relieved, at times despondent, at times joyful?
Only the Sleep God faintly sensed that something was a little off about Wu Wang…
These old bones needed to do something for this young man.
Consequently, Sanxian Daoist gave Old Snow Eagle a look, and the latter subtly nodded in understanding.
