In the valley.
The pretty young girl asked cautiously, "Senior, do you truly come from a world beyond the God Realm? There... is our Human Race not the most lowly race of ants?"
She was timid, her eyes brimming with fear and a trace of hope.
"Silly girl, of course I would not lie to you! Meeting is fate. You have some talent for cultivation as well—are you willing to become my disciple? Once we finish our business, we will leave the God Realm and head to the Human Emperor Realm! That is a world where the Immortal Dao reigns supreme, and my husband is the Human Emperor!" Does Not Envy Immortal answered with a smile.
She reached out and gently stroked the pretty young girl's cheek, feeling some heartache.
This girl was named Nangong Wan. Her parents and relatives had all been tortured to death by the God Race.
She had survived only because her elder brother had protected her at the cost of his life.
Nangong Wan's brother had been highly gifted in cultivation. He had figured out many methods on his own and won more than thirty consecutive matches in the God Slave Deathmatch Arena, but seven days ago, he had been killed by another god slave...
"Greetings, Master!"
Nangong Wan fell to her knees and kowtowed, weeping with excitement.
After her brother's death, the fate of a somewhat attractive Human Race woman like herself would inevitably be to become the plaything of certain god slaves—or even their food!
But if she followed her master, perhaps there was still a sliver of hope...
"Good child, get up!"
Does Not Envy Immortal helped Nangong Wan to her feet and examined her cultivation talent.
Because she had been born in the God Realm, Nangong Wan's cultivation talent was exceptional.