After a moment, Shakyamuni let out a cold snort, closed his mouth, leaned back against the divine throne, and lazily said, "During these thousand years, in my God's long and leisurely life, I have encountered countless unforgettable women from the Central Plains. Some of them have even given birth to offspring for my God, including your original family line, the [Wei family].
Unfortunately, in this lineage, the only one who can truly be considered a person of note is you, Wei Hero. If you weren't my God's good grandson, my God would have killed you long ago. How could I have kept you until now? You ask my God what true feelings are; now Ancestor will tell you, Ancestor not killing you is the feeling of blood being thicker than water."
Wu Ming slowly closed his eyes, saying, "I am nameless, with no surname, no ancestors, and no attachments. The affairs of this world are no longer my concern."
"Oh?"
