Laughing Up at the Sky-What More Is There to Say

Sui Mountain, Central Plains.

The golden armored divine person seated on the steps suddenly rose. His expression solemn, he cupped his fists in greeting to the arrivals.

The person who drew such heartfelt respect from the Sui Mountain Great God was naturally not the shifty-eyed, grinning old scholar. It was the one beside him: Bai Ye, now a child in a tiger hat.

Once the most carefree man under heaven, Bai Ye had carried his sword to Fuyao Continent and struck again and again. Counting Zhou Mi and Liu Cha, who had joined the fight at the end, Bai Ye had faced eight Throne Holders with four immortal swords in his hands.

But now the child wore white robes and a bright red hat. His features were delicate, his expression faintly distant and cool. When he saw the Sui Mountain Great God, he merely nodded.

The old scholar pressed a hand down on the tiger hat. "What's this? You're a child, but you're short on manners. Here stands our mighty Sui Mountain Great God..."

The child raised a hand and patted the old scholar's, signaling that enough was enough.

The old scholar made a show of straightening the tiger hat, though it had not been crooked. "It's windy up here. I don't want you catching cold, do I?"

Bai Ye's soul was frail now, and he needed something to conceal him from the workings of heaven, lest the Tuoyue Mountain Great Ancestor, who was not much inclined to keep his feet on the ground, pester him without end. So the old scholar had asked Venerable Master Confucius for a treasure from the Central Plains Confucian Temple. After Venerable Master Confucius retrieved a ceremonial object from the temple, the old scholar pleaded and wheedled until he agreed to refine it as