Xiao Ming, that child, has always been lively and active since she was little. The mighty God of Death, one of the three great rulers of the Dao of Life, a future giant among the Divine Spirits, and my adopted cub—isn't it perfectly normal for her to directly locate Ling Xiaolan's hiding place? We're all family here, so what's there to be nervous about? At worst, if a commotion breaks out later, I'll just have to brazenly go over and coax both sides. What's the big deal?
"God of Spring... God of Spring?"
The earnest calling by his ear startled Wu Wang from his concentration on watching the situation with his Immortal Consciousness.
Wu Wang turned his head to look at the Wood God, a gentle smile spreading across his lips. "Elder, what's the matter?"
"Stop looking. Surely they can't actually start fighting, can they?" The Wood God's elderly eyes were full of amusement as he took the initiative to pick up his wine cup and lightly clinked it against Wu Wang's.
