"Shouzhe, what exactly do you mean by this? Going undercover on the Outer Realm Battlefield—isn't that far too dangerous?" After rapidly flipping through several pages, the Southern Pacification King's expression grew increasingly strange.
"Your Highness, please remain calm and let me explain slowly." Wang Shouzhe smiled gently and poured the Southern Pacification King another cup of immortal tea. "Your Highness came to our Wang Clan and happened to encounter the eruption of the Divine Martial Sky Ruins, then happened to be invaded by the remnant soul of the Blood Dragon Demon God, then happened to be saved by Luomiao, and then happened to find that my wife and I had a way to solve the problem. Wouldn't you say that is quite a coincidence?"
"It is indeed quite a coincidence."
Even the Southern Pacification King had to admit that there had been rather too many "happenings."
"Your Highness, this is the treatment reserved for a child of destiny~" Wang Shouzhe said solemnly, his expression grave and his tone utterly earnest. "It was destiny that allowed Your Highness to encounter this series of fortuitous opportunities at this critical juncture of life and death for our human race. This is where destiny leads, Your Highness."
"Uh..."
The Southern Pacification King was stunned.
How had he gone, in the blink of an eye, from a victim invaded by a Demon God's remnant soul to a child of destiny?
"Have you not heard that 'when Heaven is about to confer a great responsibility upon a man, it must first temper his will through suffering'? Since Your Highness bears destiny's great trust, how can you cower and shrink back, abandoning destiny's call?" Wang Shouzhe looked deadly serious, as though the Southern Pacification King's refusal would mean heedlessly casting aside this "heaven-sent opportunity."
"..."
He absolutely