Zhu Wang asked himself. He had been stationed in Changye for twenty years and had experienced thousands of extraordinary incidents.
None of them had ever caused him to panic.
But now...
His state of mind was indeed somewhat disturbed.
He took a deep breath.
"It seems I can't refuse..."
Zhu Wang looked at the God of Wine's Divine Throne in the darkness and spoke softly.
No one could refuse a God.
He knew clearly that the words just spoken didn't leave him any room to refuse.
The youth merely looked at Zhu Wang calmly.
The God of Wine's Divine Throne showed no intention of continuing the conversation.
Zhu Wang's next words were spoken with great effort.
"However, Changye is a place that pays great attention to rules..."
"As a Grand Judge, everything I do must be based on reason, not just outwardly but also for myself."
"Therefore, I would like to hear the reason for taking a disciple."
