"Why? You still don't believe me?" The elder stroked his beard and laughed proudly, then narrowed his eyes halfway and said, "Your father said something good would happen today. Look, isn't it here now?"
"Hey, you say that every day. When has it ever come true?" That fatty was quite harmonious with his father, speaking just as rudely to him.
"All right, enough nonsense with your father. Come meet your junior brother Yún Mu first. He was personally chosen by Grand Elder Sun and given a jade token. I just asked him about it—he wants you to pilot the ship." Elder Mo Ning spoke with a cheerful grin.
"Dad, have you gotten confused? I'm a whole realm higher than this kid, and you want me to run errands for him? Shouldn't I be piloting for Grand Elder Sun?" Seeing that my cultivation wasn't high, the fatty naturally looked down on me a little.
"You good-for-nothing brat, he's your junior brother—the disciple of your Uncle-Master Qiao Qingyu! He's carrying the Grand Elder's jade token to handle official business! Keep your eyes sharp, brat, and don't make your old man lose face!" The elder reached out and slapped the fatty. The fatty dodged it directly.
"A disciple of Uncle-Master Qiao? Him?" The fatty looked me up and down, but then his gaze shifted entirely to the group of female immortals behind me.
"You brat, don't underestimate him. If you keep acting like this, your junior brother may not dare trust you to pilot the ship!" Elder Mo Ning was plagued by a headache. When he looked at me, he seemed slightly embarrassed. "Nephew, don't think too much of it. This brat has been cooped up at home for too long and has already lost touch with human nature."
"What? Dad, I'm saying,