"Right, Bai Ze. Lu Ya said before that once he ran into my Daoist disciples, he planned to flee at the first sign of trouble, didn't he?"
Bai Ze nodded.
Fire Spirit Holy Mother had gone from the Celestial Principle Star to the Dragon Race, then to Mount Zhou, and then up onto Blue Planet. The news that Lu Ya intended to put on a show should have reached her as well.
Back then, Bai Ze had even asked for credit on behalf of this prince.
The light of wisdom flickered in his eyes.
Fairy Qingqing would not bring this up for no reason.
Now that she had mentioned it, there had to be something she wanted to arrange.
"Mm. Tell Lu Ya he can't just put on a show. He has to go all out. He simply can't let the Zhou Dynasty's cultivators die."
"My martial nephews still need tempering, so I'll have to trouble him to help carve and polish them. When the timing is about right, he can let them go."
Bai Ze's thoughts turned.
The fairy was making the prince work for nothing.
Just like when she had trained the Seven Little Ones back then, the fairy hoped that, under Blue Planet's special environment, Lu Ya could thoroughly imitate her as well.
In fact, among the second-generation disciples, he, Bai Ze, had more or less played this role too.
Now, at last, it was the third-generation disciples' turn.
Fairy Qingqing had absolutely no intention of letting His Highness the prince get through this so easily.
Holding back was easy, but holding back just right while not injuring a single one of them—that was delicate work.
Fortunately, the prince himself was the former Fire Demon God. This level should be within his ability.
Seeing that the fairy