In a grand palace with red and black colors, a fat and blonde Shang stood in front of the God.
When Shang saw this past version of himself, he nearly exploded with anger for some reason.
He hated his past self.
Just the way he was standing there with uncertainty nearly made Shang scream with anger.
He was so weak!
His body was weak!
His mind was weak!
His willpower was weak!
He was indecisive, empathetic, and knew nothing of the world.
However, even though these emotions appeared in Shang's heart, he didn't lose control.
He ignored his past self and focused on the God, who looked at the older version of Shang.
Even now, Shang still couldn't feel the God's power.
"I need to think for a second," the young Shang said as he rubbed his chin in thought. "I'm kind of running out of questions."
