Grant Him His Wish

There were many people this persistent, but someone who prayed so frequently, kept appearing before him every few days, and showed such immense sincerity...

Even if such a wish was absurd and unrestrained, Qin He had to make it come true for him.

The Immortal Green Ox Temple was now absolutely packed with people.

Yet this Wu Hansan managed to submit his wish right before Qin He every few days.

First, he needed enough luck. Whenever Qin He went through wishes, he picked them like a little rooster pecking at grain—whoever he landed on was the one he chose. He flipped through them stack by stack, so without enough luck, it was hard to appear before him.

Second, the frequency had to be high enough. Judging by how often Qin He saw him and the current crowds...

This Wu Hansan was basically lining up at the Immortal Green Ox Temple every day, praying in an endless cycle.

And on top of that, he was full of sincerity.

Could Qin He possibly ignore a wish like that?

He had to grant it.

Great Immortal Green Ox had faith too, you know.

Hou Xiaoliu wanted to become emperor, and Qin He had made that wish come true for him.

Something as trivial as a three-inch matter was nothing once he got serious about it.

As night fell, Ma Fei returned.

He had spent one Mithril Coin and bought two.

"Weren't you buying one?" Qin He asked.

Ma Fei shrugged. "The shopkeeper said buy one, get one free. No point turning down a freebie, so I brought them both back."

Qin He examined them closely. The two whips were dark, slick, and about a foot long—well over three inches, perfectly matching the wish. They were just a little disgusting to look at.

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