Suiren stood through the ages, as a young man made his name.
The Wind God's abrupt departure left everyone in the Martial God World bewildered; the Martial God himself was utterly baffled.
But they quickly turned their attention to… the young Martial Artist beside the Goddess of Liuli.
In no time, several subordinate gods serving under the Martial God gathered around Wu Wang, casting warm smiles filled with encouragement and even gratitude.
Only these old gods who served the Martial God knew how difficult it was to sway him at critical moments.
Therefore, these subordinate gods didn't feel that Qing Shan had stolen their thunder; instead, they were very grateful to Wu Wang.
"Qing Shan, what do you think of this sword? If you like it, keep it. There's no need to be polite."
"Thank you, Sword God."
"Qing Shan, I don't have much to give you, but this Dagger was used by me to slay fierce beasts in the past. You should take it."
"Ah, sure, thank you, Shield God."
