"Yes, Senior, rest assured, I will definitely..."
"Shut up."
The Asura God cut him off, a flicker of impatience flashing through his eyes.
"With your current strength, you aren't even worthy of carrying his shoes. I'm warning you: from now on, stay away from that God of Fire. Don't cause trouble for me again."
Tang San's face flushed red. He opened his mouth, but not a single word came out.
He was furious!
Could the hatred of his father's murder and the countless humiliations really go unavenged?
He no longer dared to imagine standing against Liu Bai.
That was simply a dream.
Seeing him in such a pathetic state, the Asura God grew even more irritated.
How had he ended up choosing such a thing in the first place?
Forget it, forget it. Out of sight, out of mind.
He gave another instruction.
"Stay here and cultivate properly. Don't go out stirring up trouble again. Wait until you inherit my Godhood before thinking about all that nonsense. Until then, pretend that the God of Fire doesn't exist."
In his view, even if Tang San truly inherited the Asura God's Godhood now, he might not necessarily be a match for Liu Bai, the God of Fire.
He would most likely still be toyed with at will. It was better to warn him early and extinguish those thoughts before he started thinking of making an enemy out of Liu Bai.
Tang San lowered his head and replied.
"Yes, I understand."
The Asura God snorted, swept his sleeve, and vanished from the Divine Temple in an instant.
Tang San was left alone, kneeling in the vast empty hall with a deathly pale face and hollow eyes.
Only after a long while did he slowly raise his head and look toward the endless void