Though tens of thousands of years was a long time, to cultivators at the Immortal King and Golden Immortal realms, it was merely one part of their lengthy lives.
A thread of thought in Xu Chunniang's heart was growing clearer and clearer.
Whether the story of the Peacock Immortal and Qiongqi was true or false, the fact that they had once been entangled was beyond doubt.
Little Orange was, in all likelihood, the bloodline of those two Quasi-Saints.
As the direct descendant of two Quasi-Saints, Little Orange's talent should not have been limited to this, much less should he have ended up stranded in the Mortal Realm.
Who knew what exactly had happened in between?
She thanked the Fire Li Immortal King. "Thank you for telling me all this. I already have some leads regarding that old friend's whereabouts. I hope the Fire Li Immortal King will not let today's conversation between us leak out."
If her guess was correct, Little Orange had most likely been taken to the Sixth Heaven by that Quasi-Saint's disciples.
"Rest assured. I know what to do."
The Fire Li Immortal King nodded solemnly. "Our conversation concerns two Quasi-Saints. It could be called deeply disrespectful. If the disciples of that Quasi-Saint in the Sixth Heaven learned of it, we would definitely stir up a hornet's nest."
He was only an Immortal King. Though he had Venerable Taiyi as his backing, if he needlessly provoked a powerful enemy and brought trouble upon his master, he might incur his master's displeasure.
He had struggled so hard to gain everything he possessed today. How could he let a slip of the tongue destroy it all in one stroke?
"Then I can rest easy."
Xu Chunniang sighed in relief. Little Orange's origins were even more astonishing than she had