Meng Chuan never would have imagined that Shi Hao would take his staying in Central Heaven to oversee everything as a sign that he was no good.
This was simply too much. Aunt might put up with it, but Uncle would not.
But when Meng Chuan thought of his grand plan to change his image, he decided to let it go.
Bickering with a brat like that was beneath him.
I, Meng Chuan, have lived my life as I please. Why should I care what others think?
Still, Meng Chuan quietly gave Shi Hao a kick.
That kick sent Shi Hao flying straight toward the Venerables from the Outer Regions.
"The great undertaking is not yet complete, and you have time to stand around watching?" Meng Chuan's stern voice rang in Shi Hao's mind.
"If you don't sweep away every obstacle now, what are you leaving for those who come after you?"
"Get moving. You can do it!"
Shi Hao scrunched up his face but said nothing. He figured he ought to spare Uncle Meng some embarrassment.
Uncle Meng was only a lowly True God. Facing a battlefield like Willow God's must have left him feeling utterly powerless.
Perhaps he hated his own helplessness deep down, hated that his talent had not been better.
Now all he could do was watch, unable to help—a mere spectator.
He might even be grinding his teeth to pieces right now.
I can't keep poking Uncle Meng where it hurts.
"Hey! You villains invaded my Imperial Capital and brought this calamity down on us! Will you still not confess your crimes?"
Shi Hao roared and charged straight in, taking on a whole group of Venerables alone.
Clearly, seeing Willow God sweep across the heavens had sent blood rushing to his head.
He had lost