"Li Tianyang."
That voice suddenly rang out behind Li Tianyang.
Li Tianyang jumped in fright.
He himself did not understand why he had been so suspicious and jumpy lately.
Could it have something to do with his father never sending word back?
He spun around sharply and saw Little Imperial Preceptor Li Muyun standing behind him, looking at Li Tianyang with an indescribable gaze.
"What?!"
Li Tianyang himself had not noticed that when he spoke to Li Muyun now, he no longer carried his former teasing, mocking, playful manner.
"Why has Grand Imperial Preceptor Li Zongyuan never shown himself?" After asking, Li Muyun added, "Don't misunderstand. The Grand Imperial Preceptor previously instructed us to give him a progress report when we were nearing one-third completion..."
"Isn't that still far off? What are you in such a hurry for?" Only then did Li Tianyang calm down. He waved a hand. "Go back to your post. When the time comes, he'll naturally return."
"Return?" Li Muyun was stunned.
Li Tianyang suddenly frowned, then sneered at her. "Did you come here to flaunt your victory? Did you win the bet?"
Li Muyun gave him a helpless look. "You're the only one still thinking about this so-called bet. I don't have time to play such childish games with you. How Li Tianming performs has nothing to do with me."
With that, she did not wish to say another word. She turned and returned to her position, no longer sparing Li Tianyang another glance.
But in truth...
She found it strange as well.
"From what Li Tianyang said, his father should have gone to the Little Chaos Galaxy already. So why has there been no news at all? It's been more than ten years..."
Then she looked again at Li Tianming in the image projection.