Looking at the Blue Star, transformed by his own hand, Li Shaoyin wore an easygoing smile and said calmly:
“I’m just an ordinary person.”
“I only want to live a quiet, peaceful life.”
The young reporter’s mouth twitched.
She was tearing him apart in her head, but had no choice but to force herself to ask:
“But everyone says the God King of the Temple of Light is your disciple.”
“The greatest prophet across the myriad realms is your student.”
“The greatest hidden-class master across the myriad realms is your housekeeper.”
“The Undying Witch is your biggest fan.”
“And the Myriad Spirits Empress, who’s only in first grade but can easily crush a star, was raised by you from the very beginning...”
Li Shaoyin’s eyes widened.
He shook his head like a rattle drum.
“Nonsense, it’s all nonsense!”
“What are you even talking about?”
“I don’t know any of those people.”
“Really, I’m not close to a single one of them!”
Just then, a soft, sweet voice called out:
“Third Uncle, Xiaoxiao’s hungry! Hurry up and make dinner!”
Li Shaoyin’s face instantly broke into a warm smile.
“Coming! Third Uncle will make it right now!”
The young reporter stared at the Myriad Spirits Empress, her little backpack on, hopping toward them.
Her face went dark as she screamed inwardly:
Like I’d believe a word you said, you old geezer! You’re such a schemer!
