High above in the clouds, Wu Wang, shrouded in the Yin Yang Qi, raced silently through the mist. He slid through unseen and unheard, as if outside a painting, causing not the slightest reaction from the Immortal Consciousness scattered throughout the sky.
As the dizziness brought on by the little Zhong faded, Wu Wang suddenly noticed something out of the ordinary...
Why is this guy so cautious? And is it possible that he's being overly cautious? Every time Zhong speaks to me, it's always with great care, as if I, Wu Wangzi, Xiong Ba, the future Eastern Emperor, could be some brutish master. Am I brutal? Clearly, I'm so calm, harmless, and loving; able to help elderly grandmothers across the street and snatch lollipops from three-year-olds. In my past life, I even volunteered at a welfare institute, and before the spaceship took off, I donated my savings, earned over many years, to a reliable charitable organization focused on male reproductive health!
