"Zhao Cheng, why did you think of riding a wheelchair?!"
Even now, King of Light still could not understand why Zhao Cheng had chosen a wheelchair when picking a means of transportation.
If he had chosen not to travel directly through space, that could still be understood as wanting to admire the scenery along the way.
But riding a wheelchair—that was practically "performance art."
At first, she had not intended to ask. Asking Zhao Cheng about everything would make her seem not particularly clever.
But in the end, curiosity overcame reason.
"Of course I rode it because I wanted to."
Zhao Cheng answered without hesitation.
"Actually, a long time ago, I saw someone drifting in a wheelchair, and I thought that once I started working and earned money, I had to get myself a high-end wheelchair as my means of transportation. Unfortunately, after I grew up, I gradually forgot about it."
"But it's not too late to remember now."
If the people present had not known what Zhao Cheng had done before this, they would absolutely have thought he was merely an interesting young man who did what he wanted without caring about other people's opinions.
Only young people would come up with such amusing ideas.
Once one grew older and their state of mind aged, they would only feel that nothing had any meaning.
When doing things, they would think only of the result and skip over the process.
If Zhao Cheng had merely been an ordinary person, Human King would only have found this young man interesting.
But now, he could not help but wonder, was a Demon God's way of thinking really this unfettered?!
Wait?!
What did he mean, once he started working and earned money?!
Could it be that Demon Gods had to work part-time jobs