The road to the Medicine God Valley Sect was rugged, and the stone stairs were completely built along the mountain. When they went down the mountain, Zhou Wu stared at the steep downhill road, his legs trembling.
He glanced at the tall and imposing figure in front of him and couldn't help but ask, "Son, why don't you have a helicopter?"
Zhou Baoguo felt a little helpless. He said, "Dad, why don't I abandon politics and go to business?" If Zhou Baoguo really wanted to do something, he could really do it.
Zhou Wu hurriedly shook his head. "What's the point of doing business? Politics is the way to go!" Zhou Wu was born in the Luo Dynasty. In that era where royal power was concentrated, rich businessmen were always lower in rank than high-ranking officials. Those in politics were all nobles.
Compared to making money, Zhou Wu wished that his son could succeed in the election and become a wise ruler like His Majesty.
