At Kunlun Mountain Peak, the awkward atmosphere was so thick it was nearly tangible.
Tongtian Jiaozhu squatted on the ground with vacant eyes.
He gripped a dead branch he had picked up from who knew where and frantically drew circles on the ground.
He muttered, "He kissed him... He actually kissed him..."
"I stewed Dragon Liver and Phoenix Marrow, and my disciple would not even touch it."
"I built a sword qi amusement park, and my disciple got bored after playing for two minutes."
"That old man just said one lousy word and turned it into a lousy tree, and he kissed him?!"
"Where is Heavenly Principle? Where is justice?!"
The harder he drew, the more a lifelike chibi figure was carved into the ground.
It was himself, bawling his eyes out.
Yuanshi Tianzun's face was darker than the bottom of a pot.
He stared fixedly at Lin Shen, who was giggling in Hongjun's arms, his expression impossibly complicated.
Jealousy, envy, resentment, and even a trace of grievance.
His divine sense bombarded Taiqing Laozi. "Big Brother! Did you see that? That old fellow is too underhanded!"
"Is this raising a child? He is clearly showing off! This is blatant cheating!"
"We painstakingly studied cooking and toys, yet we cannot beat one casual word from him?"
"No! I want to protest! This is unfair competition!"
Taiqing Laozi let out a long sigh.
He felt that he had never sighed as much in his life as he had today.
Protest?
Reason with a Sage?
They themselves were reason.
He looked at Hongjun's serene smile, as though everything were under his control, then at his two younger brothers—one drawing circles in despair, the other so furious that his primordial spirit was about to leave his body.
For the first time, a feeling called