King Zhou stared at the ripped, muscular Daji before him, then looked at himself and began to question his life.
Su Daji: “Hmph, you scrawny little dogs. Big Sister is going to slay a saint today.”
From within a mysterious space, Gou Mu looked over at Su Daji, who had one foot planted on Zhunti.
It’s only been a few years, and the disciples under my tutelage can already slay saints. Can the Calamity of the Investiture of the Gods even be fought now?
Gou Mu sighed inwardly and slowly lowered his fishing rod...
All he had ever wanted was to keep to himself at the temple and collect incense offerings. But as the Gou Shen Temple’s fame spread, great gods from all across Honghuang flocked there to burn incense and pray before the heavenly gods and Buddhas.
Gou Mu replied calmly, “Sincerity brings blessings.”
What if it doesn’t work?
Then keep burning incense until I can see how sincere you are.
(No harem, no harem, no harem! That’s how important this is, so we’re saying it three times. Read with confidence!)
Please take care of this. Thank you for your hard work.
Give me a massage and see if I can too.