Tang San fixed Jiang Ming with his gaze. His pupils resembled deep black holes, as though they were radiating an incomparably terrifying devouring force.
Jiang Ming met Tang San's eyes. With his current Spiritual Power, there was naturally no way he could confront a God King-level Tang San head-on, but Tang San did not truly exert the pressure of a God King either.
"Heh heh, you're quite impressive."
Tang San chuckled and put away the copy of Douluo Continent: The Legend of Shrek's Seven Devils in his hand.
When he had first seen the book, he truly had been somewhat angry.
If it had merely been fabricated nonsense, he would have simply treated it as unofficial history.
But some of the things recorded in it were actually true!
So when he first saw it, he had naturally felt both puzzled and angry.
But now that he had become a god, he no longer had much connection to the mortal world. This sort of matter was merely a momentary irritation.
He had not drawn Jiang Ming's Spiritual Power here specifically because of those unofficial histories.
Hoo—
Seeing Tang San put the book away, Jiang Ming secretly let out a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, when he had created it, he had artistically altered some of the things he knew. With exaggerated techniques, he had forcibly turned what seemed like a camera's perspective into something resembling unofficial history.
Of course, when compiling it into a book, he had indeed collected some folk unofficial histories as well.
It was roughly seventy percent false and thirty percent true.
That was also one of the decisive reasons Tang San had not truly taken this matter to heart.
If it had really been from a camera's perspective, Tang San definitely would not be speaking to Jiang Ming