Too Wicked

The Old Angel King decided that starting today, he would stop fooling around too. He had to raise his strength to the highest level, or even a Heavenly Venerate would leave him far behind.

He had once believed that no one in this universe could ever catch up to him in terms of strength. Especially his talent—everyone else could only look up at it from afar.

But now, he realized that compared to others, he still had far too much room for improvement.

"Little Nezha, I'll leave the business matters entirely to you from now on. If you want to do business, then go ahead. But right now, I need to raise my strength to the highest level. Otherwise, just your Heavenly Venerate's strength alone is already enough to leave me far behind."

Little Nezha held a bag of chips, completely baffled. Weren't you a slacker just like me before?

Why did you suddenly start working so hard?

If you didn't work hard, I could still recognize you. But now that you're trying so hard, I almost don't recognize you anymore.

"My goodness, you actually want to work hard and improve your strength? Did you see our Heavenly Venerate becoming stronger, so now you can't wait any longer? But you have to understand—once there's less money to be made from this business, there won't be another chance later. Besides, there'll definitely be people copying us and doing the same business. Why don't you think it over carefully?"

"Think about it. If I earn this money, you definitely won't be able to get back into it later, and I can't possibly share it with you."

Little Nezha coaxed him earnestly, and the Old Angel King felt conflicted.

After all, that kind of comfortable life was what he wanted in his heart.