Two figures pushed open the hospital gates and walked straight out.
Shen Qingzhu had one hand in his pocket and held a cigarette between the fingers of the other, dangling it from his mouth. Just as he was about to light it, his hand stopped in midair.
He looked around and asked uncertainly, "Heavenly Court... doesn't ban smoking, does it?"
"...It doesn't. Don't worry." Baili Pangpang's mouth twitched.
"How do you know?"
"Those immortals who refine pills burn smoke and blow up Alchemy Furnaces every day without anything happening. What does lighting one cigarette matter?" Baili Pangpang waved a hand. "If smoking really is banned, we'll deal with it if we get caught."
"True."
Shen Qingzhu silently lit his cigarette.
He took a deep drag and slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke, as though he wanted to expel all the helplessness and depression in his heart along with it.
"Cool Bro."
"Yeah?"
"What do you think about being a God's Agent?"
"What did you say?"
Shen Qingzhu froze where he stood.
Baili Pangpang grinned and pointed at the endless Immortal Palaces and divine halls around them. "Look, things aren't like they used to be. The Great Xia Gods have all returned, and with so many immortals around, surely some of them want to take disciples or find agents, right?
"I think you, Cool Bro, are extraordinarily gifted and have exceptional character. There's a very good chance a Great Xia God might take a liking to you and choose you as an agent...
"Say Taoist Celestial Venerable, the Jade Emperor, and the Queen Mother all came to ask you to be their agent at once. Which one would you choose?"
With a cigarette in his mouth, Shen Qingzhu eyed Baili Pangpang suspiciously. "Are you joking with me?"
"It's hypothetical! I'm just