Wang Wu, upon hearing this, immediately glanced at Elder Song, then at the withered old tree a hundred meters away, and his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Wolf Bu'er, embarrassed and enraged, was planning to silence him?
That shouldn't be the case, though.
But why was there still this nagging feeling of unease?
Could it be he's planning to take me by force?
This is his domain here—a Third-Grade Great Demon, three small towns, as wealthy as a nation, a true ancient clan of a thousand years. Perhaps he should just go along with it.
Work hard, become a bootlicker, and then have a little wolf pup in the future... Wait, what are you thinking? That's nonsense!
Wang Wu cursed himself a thousand times over, failing to be a bootlicker back on his home planet Earth, only to play one again after transmigrating into this Cultivation Realm. What a wasted transmigration that would be.
Never give in!
At that moment, Wang Wu had already made up his mind.
