Hearing Meng'er's boastful introduction, Bai SuSu's face immediately showed embarrassment.
After seeing Lin Zhen calm down from his initial excitement, Bai SuSu felt somewhat wistful.
Back when Lin Zhen was in the Origin Realm, how incomparably glorious had he been?
When the Ground Race and the Endless Race went to war, Lin Zhen had turned the tide by force, sending the Endless Race back in crushing defeat. Bai SuSu knew this very well.
Yet Lin Zhen, who had been so dazzling in the Origin Realm, had now become just another face in the crowd after arriving on Witch Star.
A Middle God was decent enough, but certainly not outstanding. In this Abyss Country where Gods were everywhere, no one would think much of him.
Bai SuSu wanted to offer Lin Zhen a few words of comfort, but when the words reached her lips, she did not know how to say them.
Comforting a heaven-blessed genius was itself a blow.
As Meng'er spoke, she watched Lin Zhen's expression. She had thought that hearing this would make him excited, fearful, or at a loss. At the very least, he should have shown some reaction befitting his status.
Lin Zhen did move. He picked up a glass of wine from the bar, tipped back his head, and took a sip. "Oh, a God King. I really should take a look. Maybe it's someone I know."
Meng'er's mouth twitched. Keep pretending. Go on, keep pretending.
You know a God King? Forget a God King—even an Upper God probably wouldn't spare a glance for trash like you.
She turned to Bai SuSu again. "Young Miss, I heard that Old Ancestor from your future husband's family has spoken. As long as you marry over there, he'll give you a Superior Grade Weapon as a gift!"
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