"What?" Wang Shiyang's body stiffened. He, who had been in high spirits, felt as though someone had dumped a bucket of cold water over him.
Mu Yunqing glanced at him and sighed, "Mr. Wang, you shouldn't be blinded by my talent. In fact, within the Purple Cloud Divine Sect, there are several others whose talents are no weaker than mine, all of whom are candidates for Godson."
"Huff... Yun Qing, what do you mean?" Wang Shiyang let out a breath, barely containing his excitement, and spoke seriously, "If there's anything you need me to do, just command me."
He wasn't foolish. When Mu Yunqing spoke like this, it was clear there was something he wanted him to do. If this had been in the past, he would have carefully weighed the matter. But now, even if it meant climbing a mountain of swords or plunging into a sea of flames, he was willing to try.
