Lu Ming rubbed his forehead as he rose from the ground, tears from the pain still clinging to his eyes.
"What is it?"
Lu Ming sniffed and held back the last of his tears.
"You're not making me move stock again, are you? I'm telling you, if it needs moving, do it yourself."
"This is way more exciting than moving stock."
Wen Ning took out his phone and showed him the location Wen Zhong had sent. "There's an abandoned Dragon King Temple southeast of the urban village. All of a sudden, it's been getting a lot of worshippers lately.
"I checked. Some impostor's posing as the Dragon King in there, accepting incense and offerings from mortals. The offerings range from roast chicken to beer. Business is booming more than at our shop."
Lu Ming stared at the location, blinked, then blinked again before letting out an incredulous sigh.
"A fake Dragon King? What monster would have the nerve? Do you know what rank the Dragon King holds? He's the bona fide Lord of the Four Seas, a True God who commands the clouds and rain. If someone gets caught impersonating him, won't they be flayed and have their tendons ripped out?"
"That's why the real one has already filed a complaint with the Heavenly Court."
Wen Ning slipped his phone back into his pocket.
"My godfather assigned this job personally. He wants us to investigate."
The moment Lu Ming heard the word "godfather," he felt the blow. The name Wen Zhong carried far too much weight for him.
After all, Wen Zhong himself had approved his assignment to the mortal world.
Then he reconsidered. A mission personally assigned by Wen Zhong had to be important. If he performed well, perhaps he could make up for his mistakes and return to