Between the gods and her son, whom would she choose?
Lu Ran tried to restrain himself, yet he couldn't help but let his mind wander.
The gods would eventually notice the existence of the Sculpture Garden; whether he revealed it voluntarily or it got exposed inadvertently, in any event, the All Gods would never spare him.
When the moment came, and the gods drew their weapons to slaughter him, would his mother stand by his side?
"Mom," Qiao Yuansi called out, awakening Lu Ran from his deep thoughts.
Qiao Wanjun nodded slightly, not looking at her daughter.
Immediately, Qiao Yuansi pouted.
Qiao Wanjun observed Lu Ran quietly, and after a long pause, she slowly raised a hand.
That hand was slender and pale, like an exquisite piece of art.
It had also descended upon Lu Ran's head time and again.
Lu Ran certainly understood the gesture; hesitating for a moment, he still stepped forward.
The closer he got to Qiao Wanjun, the more oppressive the atmosphere became.