"Whitewash? What do you mean?"
"Why not reluctantly be the Human Emperor?"
"Brother Zhang... What are you saying? Me, be the Human Emperor? Don't joke with me, I'm not made for this at all. I can't even beat my dad, how could I possibly reign over so many predecessors and sages among humans? Wouldn't I get slapped to death in an instant?"
"A man shouldn't say he's incapable. If I say you can, then you can," Zhang Menglong said. "Just look at your full forehead, bright hall, excellent bone structure, clearly a rare genius in cultivation."
"Besides, you're already the young President of the Dark Magicians' Association, and have been helping your father manage many big and small affairs in the association for a long time. Your management skills, organizational ability, and charisma certainly have no issues."
