Wind Rises in the Southern Continent

"Red sun rising over the mountain~"

Humming a little tune he had never forgotten from the depths of his memories, Li Changshou strolled through the Spirit Beast Pen with his hands clasped behind his back, clearly in an excellent mood.

After giving Zi Shou some pointers, he had somehow even felt a small sense of accomplishment.

Perhaps because the 'King Zhou' from his Earth hometown had been far too famous, he inevitably felt a subtle sense that he was witnessing 'history' and the like.

At that thought, Li Changshou crooked his mouth in a smile and continued humming his tune, utterly at ease.

Zi Shou did not seem especially brutal by nature. At most, he was prone to getting fired up and charging in recklessly. Moreover, he possessed a strong sense of 'family mission,' wishing to lead the Shang Kingdom into revival.

Why call it a family mission?

In the understanding of Mortal Human Emperors like Zi Shou and Di Yi, the present kingdom was the private property of their family.

Discussing whether ideas were progressive or backward while setting aside the broader environment was pure nonsense, but Li Changshou had indeed seen something in Zi Shou that differed from Kings Shang like Di Yi and Di Ding.

Perhaps that was why Wen Zhong, at Zi Shou's side, had gradually become 'too immersed in the role.'

Of course, it was still too early to draw such a conclusion.

The current Zi Shou still had a long road ahead of him. What sort of 'flower bud' he would eventually grow into was something no one could say for certain.

Not to mention that Daji, like some kind of 'stimulant,' was still waiting in the wings.

Could it truly be some Heavenly Dao ironclad script of "a thousand-year fox, a ten-thousand-year spirit,"