"Oh!"
Hearing that, Qing Ya sensed something was off. How did Haotian know the Jade Disc of Creation could communicate with worlds beyond the Prehistoric Era? Had Hongjun done something Haotian had seen?
"Fine, fine, your master is impressive. But you aren't. Look at you—you still can't escape my grasp."
Having drawn the answer out of Haotian, Qing Ling stopped pressing him. If she asked too much, Hongjun might notice.
"I'm different from you. You've lived much longer than I have, so of course you're stronger. If I'd been born at the same time as you, who knows which of us would be stronger?"
Haotian lifted his chin and glared at Qing Ling, unconvinced.
"Hahaha! You're an interesting one." Qing Ling couldn't help laughing.
They hadn't come this far because they'd lived longer. They'd come this far because they'd followed Xuan Qing. Back then, countless great powers of the Prehistoric Era had been stronger than them. Now they'd left them all behind.
"That's enough, Qing Ling. Stop teasing him." Qing Ya came to Haotian's rescue and freed him from Qing Ling's grasp.
"Thank you, Senior!"
Haotian bowed to Qing Ya, then stuck his tongue out at Qing Ling.
That little brat. Qing Ling wanted to give him a good beating. He was getting far too bold.
"All right, you two should head back. Qing Ling was only teasing you. We haven't seen the Dao Ancestor in a long time, so we were asking after him."
Qing Ya's explanation finally put Haotian at ease.
Haotian and Yaochi then fled the Heavenly Court. Qing Ling was a fiend. His head still hurt, and he had no idea how she'd done it.
Qing Ling's antics left Di Jun and the others dumbfounded. They'd toyed with the Dao Ancestor's attendants like that? It was...