"If you think it's fine, then it's fine."
Die stared at Wang Zhao for a long while before finally squeezing out those words.
"Oh, right, Wang Zhao. Now that Her Holiness is the Pope, given your relationship with her..."
Perhaps there was no need to keep hiding it like this.
"No."
Wang Zhao knew what Die wanted to say and immediately shook his head.
"My teacher-student relationship with Sister Dong'er can't be exposed for the time being. We discussed this long ago."
It turned out that, after Bibi Dong had finished her preliminary test of the Self Martial Soul Fusion Skill last night, she had brought up the matter of whether, now that she had become Pope, she should take the opportunity to appoint him as the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son.
Even this morning, while Die had gone to cook porridge, Bibi Dong had brought it up again, saying that Wang Zhao's current potential was enough for him to rightfully assume the position of Martial Soul Hall Holy Son.
Naturally, Wang Zhao had firmly refused both times.
What benefits were there to becoming the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son?
In terms of resources, he had Bibi Dong and even Qian Renxue supporting him.
Power?
What could that stuff do for Wang Zhao now besides waste his cultivation time and energy?
As for... money?
Wang Zhao could only say that she did not understand the joy of having two rich women as backers. Yes, he was talking about you. (doge.jpg)
Therefore, the title of Martial Soul Hall Holy Son could only bring him endless trouble, at least for now.
Besides, with Bibi Dong around, Wang Zhao could become one whenever he suddenly felt like it. There was no need to rush.
One final point was that Wang Zhao had mentioned