"Please, Father, withdraw your decision."
Zhao Wu lowered his head, his tone resolute.
The position of Emperor Fengdu!
It has always been vacant, with no one able to take charge of the Underworld.
And this position is beyond the reach of the Heavenly Court and the Buddhist Sect, even when ancient Saints were around, they all coveted this position, indicating its immense importance.
Yet now, Zhao Wu has refused it.
This shows the caliber of his character.
Seeing Zhao Wu like this, Zhao Feng smiled slightly and exchanged a glance with Ying Zheng.
Both had a look of gratification in their eyes.
Clearly, Zhao Wu's actions were entirely approved by Ying Zheng and Zhao Feng; Zhao Wu was indeed worthy of being their descendant.
Meanwhile, seeing the situation, Zhao Qi also knelt in front of Zhao Feng.
"Father." Zhao Qi's voice was firm and earnest: "You must not listen to the nonsense of my second brother."
