A trace of curiosity appeared on the white-haired young man's face as he could not help asking, "What could be more important than earning World Origin Power?"
Duke Moravia stroked his beard and slowly replied, "Nothing particularly important. I just promised my grandson something. For the next few decades, I need to help him with something."
"Your grandson?" the white-haired young man asked. "Why not your grandson through your son?"
"Obviously, my grandsons are too useless. What else could I do?" Duke Moravia shot the white-haired young man a fierce glare.
Seeing this, the white-haired young man immediately shut his mouth. This guy held grudges. He was a magnanimous man and would not lower himself to his level.
"By the way, is your wife still like that?"
"Yes." Duke Moravia nodded. "She is still in a state of chaos. Hundreds of years have passed, and she has several children already, yet she remains determined to recover her past memories."
"That is not bad. At least no one is keeping you in check."
"What, did your wife beat you up recently?" Duke Moravia leaned forward slightly, studying the white-haired young man's expression with a half-smile.
"Impossible." The white-haired young man immediately retorted, "How could that woman possibly beat me now? I simply cannot be bothered to argue with her."
"Would you dare say that inside the world your wife governs?"
The white-haired young man glared fiercely at Duke Moravia. "Why would I not dare? If I wanted to, then with her strength, even if she borrowed the authority of a World Lord, she still could not trap me."
"Very imposing."
As his words fell, Duke Moravia raised a hand, and a Magic Memory Crystal Orb appeared in his palm.
The next moment, the Magic Memory Crystal Orb activated, fully displaying the