White Crane Boy also recalled how lively Kunlun Mountain had been back then.
"Mm."
"And Saint Yuanshi really made Shangqing Saint copy books for a thousand years?"
"Mm."
Ling Zhuzi laughed so hard he rocked back and forth, tears welling in his eyes.
"Martial sister Miao Heng is so interesting!"
Especially Saint Yuanshi, who appeared cold and stern to outsiders—when Fairy Miao Heng made a mistake, he did not punish her. Instead, he blamed Shangqing Saint for leading her astray. Just imagining that scene was hilarious.
Even funnier, according to White Crane, this was far from an isolated incident.
Whenever Fairy Miao Heng got into trouble as a child, she would drag Shangqing Saint out to take the punishment and the blame for her, then go soothe him afterward.
It happened again and again.
Later on, Saint Yuanshi simply went straight to Saint Tongtian to settle the score. Saint Tongtian would be so angry that he blew his beard and glared, yet he could never bring himself to truly lose his temper with Fairy Miao Heng. He could only grudgingly accept it, take all the blame onto himself, then return smiling to ask Fairy Miao Heng for compensation, without the slightest bit of anger.
Ling Zhuzi laughed until he rolled onto the wooden couch, hugging a pillow and kicking his legs. White Crane sat beside him, leisurely sipping tea as he watched him laugh, only continuing once he had laughed enough.
"Don't repeat those things outside."
"Why?"
"The Saints would be unhappy if they heard."
Ling Zhuzi covered his mouth, barely able to contain his laughter, and assured him that he would absolutely not speak carelessly.
Su Miao still had not emerged from seclusion.
Ling Zhuzi was starting to feel restless. He missed his Empress.
White Crane Boy stood behind