"What could your master do? Who told us that the moment we found the item, the other side showed up? If I hadn't handed it over then, we'd be finished by now. As the saying goes, while the green hills remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. So what if we lost that Immortal Vine? Your dad has plenty of them—just have him find another. Besides, if they insist on having me divine the whereabouts of Heavenly Dao treasures, your dad can casually toss down a few more. That'll be enough for us to bluff our way through half a day. Heh heh, don't worry. Just listen to your master." Yuan Ci had become utterly shameless.
"Master! That's a terrible idea. My dad doesn't even know what happened to us. We can't contact him this time either—we're trapped here." Ke'er sounded both exasperated and amused.
"Don't worry. Your dad dotes on you. Maybe he's already on his way. Could the Nine Heavens really let anything happen to us? He's the World-Creation Immortal Venerable now. His reputation won't allow him to get into trouble. Once he finds out, won't he fly into a rage?" Yuan Ci continued to make fun of me.
"Haha... Master, you're really good at making things up. If my dad finds out, he'll definitely punish you." Ke'er couldn't help laughing. That laughter indirectly eased her worries, so she started asking again, "Master, I'm going to prove the Dao. What will you do?"
"What can I do? Of course I'll go up with you. Your dad and I went through life-and-death trials together. Would he really watch them leave me behind in the Nine Heavens? He'd be laughed at for that." Yuan Ci smiled.
All I could do about the conversation between this master and disciple was