Chapter 1927
"I wonder what the Holy Luo Fu wants with the two of us?" Zhu Rong spoke first.
"I summoned you two here to counsel you."
Upon hearing this, the two exchanged glances, each seeing surprise and dread in the other's eyes.
Luo Fu knew they would react this way; in the Primordial Chaos, nothing could escape his gaze.
Even if something truly did, the Ten Thousand Realms Chat Group was no mere decoration—it could gather all information.
Luo Fu stopped probing them.
"Gonggong, Water God, and Zhu Rong, Fire God, harbor resentment. If this grudge is not resolved, you two will inflict great harm upon the Wu Clan."
"You both know full well where this resentment stems from."
After speaking, Luo Fu closed his eyes; the astonishment on the knees of Zhu Rong and Gonggong was plain to see.
They had never spoken of any grievance between them—not even the Twelve Ancestral Wus, closest to them, had ever heard of it, nor had they ever shown any sign of it.
Yet how did Luo Fu know?
After a brief moment of shock, Zhu Rong, Fire God, was the first to recover.
"Holy Luo Fu, are you truly aware of all things under heaven?"
"Whether I know all things under heaven is no longer important; what matters is when you two will resolve your grudge, when your resentment will dissipate."
Luo Fu had no wish to meddle in such trivial matters—they were merely petty grievances among the Twelve Ancestral Wus.
Yet it was often these small grudges and resentments that ultimately ruined everything.
He did not wish for the Wu Clan to fail at the last moment, after his training, over such minor matters.
Gonggong, Water God, was filled with shame.
"This has caused Holy Luo Fu concern—between me and Zhu Rong, there were only minor clashes, nothing that could breed resentment or discontent."
"That's right, Holy Luo Fu, we will resolve this ourselves. Please rest assured."
Gonggong and Zhu Rong spoke well of each other, unsure of Luo Fu's intent, yet hoping to settle the matter quickly.
Moreover, neither wished for Di Jiang or Zhu Jiuyin to learn of this—if they did, all Twelve Ancestral Wus would know, and there was no need for that.
"I will not speak of your inner resentment to anyone. Let it fade on its own. I have warned you—if it happens again, do not blame me for being harsh!"
Though Luo Fu's words were casual, they carried an undercurrent of solemn authority that made Gonggong and Zhu Rong dare not underestimate him.
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