Everyone was stunned. Nan Gong Wuwei turned toward Lin Yu, the anger on his face vanishing and replaced by a gentleness completely unlike before.
"Xiaoyu, don't take Murong's words to heart. Don't force yourself. Just improve your strength normally; there's no need to rush!"
In Nan Gong Wuwei's eyes, the power of gods was beyond question. For Lin Yu, a human, to summon and control a god was already incredibly defiant of heaven. If he were to forcibly summon a divine avatar—or even a true body—beyond his limits, it would undoubtedly have immeasurable consequences for him.
Nan Gong Wuwei had always believed that whatever one gained, one had to pay a corresponding price for it.
Thus, he assumed Lin Yu had said this solely because Murong Qing's words had affected him.
"Right, right, Xiaoyu. What I said just now was bullshit. Don't mind me!"
Murong Qing was straightforward as well. Not caring about his status as a senior, he immediately spoke up.
Damn, Uncle Murong, you've handed me a godsend, haven't you? Otherwise, I wouldn't even know how to bring this up!
Lin Yu felt incomparably pleased. The more he looked at Murong Qing's old face, the more agreeable it seemed. If Murong Qing had not asked that question, Lin Yu really would have found it difficult to bring up the matter of developing believers. After all, it was rather sensitive.
"Actually, this method won't have any negative effects on me. On the contrary, it will benefit me. It's just that putting it into practice may be somewhat difficult!"
After considering his words, Lin Yu spoke.
"Hm? What do you mean?"
Qin Wangyan had originally agreed with Nan Gong Wuwei. He did not want Lin Yu taking risks. Given Lin Yu's aptitude and talent, Qin Wangyan believed that Lin Yu