After returning to his own planet from the Azure Sky Realm, Lin Shen's smile gradually faded from his face.
"Liu Siming, Wu Qing," a shadow flickered across Lin Shen's eyes.
He had never intended to help Liu Siming obtain Qingyuan Grass. Even if he succeeded, would a profit-seeking person like Liu Siming offend Wu Qing, who was about to become the Great Divine Official, for his sake?
Even without thinking, Lin Shen knew it was impossible.
Now that he still had value, Liu Siming could afford to speak kindly to him. But once Lin Shen lost his usefulness, Liu Siming's speed in discarding him would be so fast that Lin wouldn't even see his taillights.
Yet not accommodating Liu Siming now would mean making an enemy of him, and it might not even require Wu Qing's intervention before Liu Siming himself came to deal with Lin Shen, not stopping until he fully complied.
