Hearing Old Gao's words, the God of Reporting let out a cold laugh in his heart: "Sure enough, like master like disciple. This Old Gao's just like Zhang Yu, good at crafting an image and saying nice-sounding things."
In the God of Reporting's view, there were only two reasons Old Gao would say this.
"Either he's seen through the situation, knows that by boosting Zhang Yu's abilities and letting Zhang Yu climb higher, he can shelter himself better and raise his Immortal Path potential. Or… he's playing dumb and probing, afraid there's a trap inside, not daring to swallow this pie that fell from heaven, and wanting to get more intel first."
If it were the God of Reporting himself, running into a windfall like this, he'd also have to think thrice before acting, test back and forth, always worried there was some kind of scam hidden inside.
"After all, in Kunxu, where would such good things come from? There must be some side effects behind Zhang Yu giving people Dao Seeds."
