"Why do you mention my master's name in every single sentence? Don't you know that reciting the names of saints can draw their attention?
Such behavior is utter disrespect."
The Lady of the Moon spoke with an extremely unpleasant expression, her mood thoroughly ruined by Wang Ming's awkward small talk.
"Is that a thing?
My apologies! As a rogue cultivator, I had no idea. Even if I've caused offense, I imagine the saints wouldn't mind."
"Hmph!" The Lady of the Moon let out a cold huff and turned to leave.
"Let's keep chatting! Don't be in such a rush to leave, successor of Nüwa!"
With a frosty face, the Lady of the Moon said, "There is nothing for you and me to discuss."
Wang Ming paid no mind to her attitude and continued his awkward banter, "In that case, we can talk about Ji Fa."
The Lady of the Moon's already icy expression grew even colder.
"An immortal falling for a mortal—that is not an easy situation to handle!" Wang Ming said, putting on a troubled look.
Hearing this, the Lady of the Moon could no longer keep up her tough front.
Immortals and mortals could not be together.
First of all, management was difficult.
Gods were managed by Haotian God;
Immortals were managed by Hongjun Daozu;
Humans were managed by the Three Sovereigns of Humanity.
A cross-domain union would cause massive administrative chaos.
Then came the fundamental problems among the three.
Gods were bound by divine duties, immortals feared the dust of the mortal world, and humans had short lifespans.
A cross-border union between the three would only end in tragedy.
Even with Wang Ming pointing this out directly to her face, the Lady of the Moon still found it a thorny issue.
Suppressing her displeasure, she changed the