Life in the God Realm passed unbearably slowly.
So slowly that Yun Mu sometimes wondered whether time had completely stopped.
Just like now.
He grabbed the teenage boy in front of him by the back of his collar and forcibly hauled him back from the edge of the God Realm, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
"What did you just say? Say that again!"
The boy was only a little over eight thousand years old. With black hair and black eyes, he was quite handsome and wore a dark blue robe. Even with his collar being held, he did not resist, merely giving an awkward smile. "Uncle-in-law, I said I want to marry Xi Xi."
This kid was Tang Yunkong, the son of Tang Wulin and Dai Yun'er. He had grown up in the God Realm and possessed talent beyond question, but unlike his father, he took after his mother—lively, cheerful, and smiling at everyone he met.
But seeing that grin now, Yun Mu truly wanted to beat him up on the spot.
"Who are you calling uncle-in-law?" Yun Mu asked through gritted teeth.
"You, of course." Tang Yunkong sounded entirely justified. "You're my father's older brother. What else am I supposed to call you?"
Yun Mu took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.
"Say again who you want to marry."
"Xi Xi. Zi Yuexi, your daughter." Tang Yunkong's eyes curved into crescents as he smiled.
Yun Mu's hand began to tremble uncontrollably.
He had lived for tens of thousands of years. What kind of storms had he not weathered? The Abyssal Plane, the Demon Plane, the Crimson Mother—hadn't he dealt with every one of them with a single sword strike?
Yet when faced with this smiling little brat, he felt