Heavenly Prayer Star Realm.
Within an ancient world plane.
Atop a mountain wreathed in immortal mist.
"Little Heavenly Prayer, you really got your uncle into a terrible mess!"
A miserable cry rang out from within a Bronze Kettle.
To one side, a young woman in a pale green dress, wearing a jade crown and possessing features as picturesque as a painting, froze for a moment. She said softly, "I never thought that even Uncle Nine Radiance, of all people, could be so timid..."
This young woman was Heavenly Prayer, the close disciple of the Nine Heavens Pavilion Sect Leader.
Yet at this moment, she no longer possessed her usual aloof and imposing air. Instead, like a Little Girl who had made a mistake, she seemed somewhat embarrassed.
"Timid? Back in the years when I commanded the winds and clouds, across all the starry realms, who would have dared call me, Nine Radiance, timid?"
The Bronze Kettle spun round and round, and Nine Radiance's exasperated voice emerged from within.
The woman in the green dress seemed thoughtful. "Uncle Nine Radiance, can you tell me why you were so frightened just now?"
Within the Bronze Kettle, Nine Radiance fell silent.
After a long while, he let out a sigh. "More than frightened—I was scared half to death. Because of an oath I once made, I cannot tell you the secret behind this, but..."
At this point, Nine Radiance's voice suddenly turned grave and solemn. "I advise you never to make an enemy of that sword cultivator again. No matter the reason, and no matter whose order it is, you absolutely cannot agree!"
The woman in green's eyes narrowed. "Not even if my master... orders me to?"
"If your master tells you to do so..."
Nine Radiance paused there, remaining silent for a