Grandmother was a wise woman. Even I had no way of fathoming her. After discussing the pursuit of destiny, I returned to the bottom of the Central Divine Tower. There, along with the two batches that had already come up, the final batch of female legion members had finally gathered. Besides Yun Bingxin and the others I had mentioned earlier, even my beloved disciples Linghu Shaozi, Huang Xiangling, Xia Yanqingzhu, and Yan Qiancai had come. It was a grand gathering.
And it was not just them. Senior Brother Hai, Li Qinghe, Wang Yuanyi, Zhang Xiaofei, and Yuan Ci had all come up as well. This batch was undoubtedly the largest.
"Hehe, Yitian, have you lost weight again? I heard you even have a little one now. Tsk, tsk, he's definitely going to be naughtier than you. What's this uncle-master of his supposed to do? Life's going to be much more fun from now on." Senior Brother Hai slapped me on the shoulder. His hoarse, duck-like voice still had its own distinctive character. I gave a wry smile. "Senior Brother, you're the one who's gotten fatter! No matter how mischievous the child is, surely all of us looking after him together will keep things under control?"
"Not necessarily. Just thinking about your child makes my hair stand on end!" Li Qinghe said with a hearty laugh. His eyes were already misty with tears. I smiled. "You really know me, my good brother."
"Senior Brother!" Zhang Xiaofei came over with a face full of smiles and hugged me. He had grown two thin mustaches and was skinny as a bundle of kindling. He was no longer the little chubby boy he had once been—instead, he looked like a genuine Daoist.
"Xiaofei, you've gotten old again. I can barely keep up with you."