If Chu Sheng resisted to the death, it would undoubtedly cause some trouble and disrupt the upcoming ritual for his ascension to godhood.
It would be for the best if Chu Sheng cooperated obediently.
That was precisely why he had wasted so much breath.
So, when he heard Chu Sheng give in, a wave of relief washed over him.
Just then!!!
The expression on Xuanyuan Changfeng's face suddenly shifted.
He suddenly sensed an infinitesimally small presence above his head.
This presence was as faint as a single strand of hair floating down beside him.
Without careful perception, it would be utterly undetectable.
Ordinarily, this minuscule presence—something he could swat out of existence with a single swipe—wouldn't have warranted a second thought.
However, the target of this presence wasn't him, but his head.
Or more precisely, the little red flower on his head!
Xuanyuan Changfeng reacted in an instant.
