The Dao Was Born from the Void as Primordial Qi

"Save me—"

"I—"

The cries echoed through Jing Shang Palace, but no one answered—or perhaps they simply did not want to.

Lu Bei entered each room with practiced ease, pushing open doors one after another. He soon found the Grand Tutor meditating cross-legged in a quiet chamber.

"Grand Tutor, save me!"

Lu Bei let out a pitiful whimper and threw himself into the Grand Tutor's arms as if teleporting.

She smells so good!

A mountain did not need to be tall to be famous if immortals dwelled upon it. Having weathered the storms of the outside world, Lu Bei found this blessed land of spiritual beauty possessed an elegant charm that soothed the heart and refreshed the mind.

The Grand Tutor slightly furrowed her brows. She had not wanted to bother with Lu Bei, annoyed that his hands and feet were growing more and more unruly, but she still gave a cold snort and swept him away with a wave of her sleeve.

"Have you caused trouble outside again?"

"How could that be? This time I went to Zhaojin, a Human Great Nation. There were so many Mahayana Stage cultivators that they could barely be counted on two hands. How would I dare act recklessly? I was cautious every step of the way, keeping my head down and behaving myself," Lu Bei said aggrievedly.

"At least you have some self-awareness."

The Grand Tutor's brows relaxed at his words. Quite satisfied with the cauldron's obedience, she said, "Speak. What did you do?"

"The situation is extremely serious. My beloved women are about to undergo tribulation."

"..."

The Grand Tutor cast him a puzzled look, examining the Pretty Boy from head to toe. It was merely undergoing tribulation. Others might be at their wits' end, but why was Lu Bei so anxious?