It wasn't even dawn, yet the Divine Chariot sent by Xihe was already waiting outside the God of Spring's Temple.
Wu Wang had been roused from his bed early in the morning by Lin Suqing—awoken from his meditation, that is.
Dressed in an exquisite robe and a jade-studded belt, Wu Wang remarked, "There's no need to fuss so much." However, when Yu Fenman brought over a bronze mirror, he couldn't help but take a few looks.
Indeed, he was beginning to resemble an ordinary dignitary of the Heaven Palace.
"Let's go." Wu Wang stretched his sleeves and couldn't suppress a yawn, strolling out of the temple with his hands clasped behind his back.
A flash of pale green divine light, and the Young Master appeared before him, smiling. "What do you plan to teach the ten young masters today?"
Wu Wang thought carefully, and after a long ponder, his mouth curled into a smirk. "Teach them the various ways of making honey-roasted wings."
"What?"
