How could Chang Sheng miss the meaning behind the High Immortal's words? Thinking he had seized a ladder straight into the clouds, he hastened to pledge his loyalty.
"I understand!"
"Thank you for raising me up, Star Lord!"
"I will carry out this assignment beautifully for you, Star Lord, and never cause you the slightest trouble!"
Seeing this, Wude decided to fan the flames once more, to make this horse run faster and fear death even less. He walked to the window, turned his back on Chang Sheng, and put on a lonely, desolate air before letting out a long sigh.
"Ah..."
"I have fought for the Heavenly Court for many years. Now my own son is in the Heavenly Prison, and my godson has fallen too. In this vast Star Lord's Residence, I have no children left by my side-not even someone to confide in, someone who could one day inherit my mantle."
"Chang Sheng."
"You're still young, with boundless prospects ahead of you. You must work harder!"
"Star Lord..."
Chang Sheng was stunned.
Those words struck him like a bolt of Divine Thunder from the Nine Heavens.
His own son was finished, his godson was dead, and he had no children left by his side-and he wanted Chang Sheng to work harder?
What was he implying?
Put plainly, it meant he had a chance to become the next Star Lord!
"Star Lord!" With reddened eyes, Chang Sheng dropped to his knees with a thud and firmly knocked his forehead against the floor. "I would die ten thousand deaths for you!"
The minor Immortal Official was overcome with gratitude. How could he possibly see Wude's calculations?
Work harder?
Yes, work harder at getting himself killed.
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