Next, he could wait. As Xīmí gradually bore the weight of the Earth, he should be able to use this opportunity to give birth to an incarnation.
While pondering, Indra's gaze suddenly shifted sharply, slicing toward Bolin and the others.
"Bolin!"
"From now on, you'll follow Hanuman and come to the Heavenly Realm together."
Indra spoke slowly.
Teaching one is teaching, and teaching two is also teaching. He decided to call Bolin over as well and teach him.
Hearing this, Bolin in the Earth realm clapped his hands together in a gesture of respect and offered a high-spirited reverence to Indra.
"Father!"
"I salute you!"
Bolin exclaimed excitedly.
Since his birth, he had been called the son of Indra, but he had not yet met his father. Now, he could go to the Heavenly Realm. Truly, this was an honor.
Hanuman rubbed his hands with glee, unusually delighted.
A teacher with more students was sure to be distracted, which meant the homework assigned to him wouldn't be as heavy.
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