He Wudi, Go Home!
When He Wudi revealed his Saint title, Jun Changxiao propped up his chin, the muscles in his face visibly twitching.
"Haha!"
"Hahahaha!"
The next second, he broke and squatted on the ground, laughing uproariously.
Actually, Gousheng had received professional training in this regard—unless he simply could not hold it in.
Seriously.
The Saint title Gou Buli really was hilarious.
It even immediately reminded Jun Changxiao of Goubuli buns.
No.
He was a Saint Monarch, after all.
Why was his Saint title so damn dog-like?
In truth, there was meaning behind He Wudi's Gou Buli. First, the three characters represented two meanings: one was gou, and the other was buli.
The so-called gou, in plain language, meant developing sneakily and not getting reckless.
As for buli, it meant ignoring everything no matter what happened.
I hide.
I ignore everyone.
These were He Wudi's two great principles for surviving in the Land of Eternal Life.
Thus, after advancing to Saint Monarch, he named his Saint title "Gou Buli."
"Saint Monarch Gou Buli?" The guardian repeated it several times, then said rather shamefully, "Forgive my ignorance, but I have never heard of Your Excellency's Saint title."
He Wudi still held the pose of smoothing his hair. "I am indifferent to fame and fortune and live in seclusion amid the mountains. It is normal that you have not heard of me."
Perhaps because he had encountered someone from his hometown, both his movements and tone brimmed with pride.
He Wudi hid.
But it was not because he was cowardly.
He had his dignity. He had his pride.
To put it bluntly, living in the Land of Eternal Life where Great Beings were everywhere, He Wudi had done everything possible to stay out of worldly affairs and avoid karmic ties, devoting