"I think..." Shi Hao's face was always as thick as a bronze wall and iron bastion. When asked, he didn't show any shyness at all and was about to say "not bad" but quickly changed his words, "What race are you from, could it be..." He glanced at the mount outside the hall – a moulting old rooster.
Of course, this was absolutely intentional. He wanted to take this opportunity to find out the origin of the forbidden zone above the ninth level of heaven and which race they actually came from.
"Hehe..." The old man smiled kindly, looking very benevolent. He was less than three feet tall, standing on one foot on the ground, not very imposing at all. But suddenly, his whole body lifted off the ground and rose to eye level with Shi Hao. He patted Shi Hao's shoulder, saying, "Young man, I have high hopes for you. Once you become our son-in-law, even if this realm is destroyed, you can remain unscathed."
