After Wang Yue was sent back, he was still a little dazed. In the world of Langya List, he had felt like King Yama.
The lives and deaths of so many people had rested in his hands. Aside from being unable to control the Six Paths of Reincarnation, his Ten Halls of Yama had been much like the ones in legend.
Even in his Sea of Consciousness, a book had appeared. Wang Yue had found it very familiar: it was the register of everyone in the world that he kept. The original register had filled dozens of houses, but now it was only a thin book.
While Wang Yue was still standing there in a daze, Old Father Wang asked unhappily, "If you don't want to watch TV with me, go do your own thing. Sitting there like a block of wood—you're not just bothering yourself, you're getting on my nerves."
Wang Yue snapped back to his senses, half amused and half exasperated. He hadn't expected his own father to start disliking him. Feeling rather aggrieved, he said, "Dad, you haven't even held your grandson yet, and you're already fed up with your son?"
Old Father Wang rolled his eyes at Wang Yue and said irritably, "You've got some nerve saying that. Who watches TV like you do, staring straight ahead without paying the slightest attention?"
Seeing Wang Yue's put-upon expression, Luo Youyou gloated, "Dad, you should give him a good talking-to. He's the same when he watches TV with me. He'll watch for a few minutes, then zone out. It's no fun watching TV with him."
Old Madam Wang was very displeased when she heard that. "He wasn't like this before. I'll get you a feather duster in a bit. If he zones out again, just whack him with