"Uh, Senior Brother, don't flatter me. I can't even take one of your hands. I'm pathetic! How could I dare to call myself a Divine Son in front of you?"
Wu Yunxiao immediately replied with a simple-hearted honesty.
Once he accepted Ye Tianling, it was clear he'd become a die-hard loyalist, seemingly checking his intelligence at the door.
A corner of Ye Tianling's mouth twitched. "Only now you realize I'm the Xuanwu Divine Son? Before, I asked for it, but you refused to hand it over?"
Wu Yunxiao said, full of shame, "I was foolish, Senior Brother. My bloodline isn't as noble or powerful as yours. I felt a strong sense of dread and apprehension, but I mistook it for the caution one feels toward any strong expert, rather than the strict hierarchy between our bloodlines... In the end, it's because my Talent is lacking. I've disappointed you."
As Wu Yunxiao spoke, he gave another deep bow.
This scene caused the expressions of the many Divine Sons and Divine Ladies to turn strange.
