The Dragon Race's Little Maneuver

"Martial Aunt," Li Changshou said with a rueful smile. He took two steps forward and handed the jade slip back to the female immortal.

"If I had a choice, I wouldn't want to risk going to Northern Uttarakuru Continent either, but I have no choice this time.

Under the sect rules, you can't refuse a disciple's request to travel for experience. Please grant me permission."

Jiu Jiu frowned slightly. She studied the junior bowing before her, snorted, and snatched back the jade slip.

"Honestly! Yuan Qing, Xuan Ya, if you two can spare the effort, keep an eye on him."

The girl in the fiery-red immortal dress and the refined young cultivator cupped their hands in reply. "Rest assured, Martial Aunt. I'll take good care of Junior Brother Changshou."

Jiu Jiu pressed a hand to her forehead and turned on Li Changshou. "He joined the sect before you and Xuan Ya! Honestly, Li Changshou, how have you cultivated for more than a hundred years without reaching the Void Return realm? ...Forget it. Given the conditions on Lesser Jade Peak, keeping up with most disciples is already good enough." "Uh..."

Yuan Qing looked embarrassed, but quickly bowed. "Sorry, Senior Brother Changshou. No offense intended."

Jiu Jiu then looked expectantly at a young man. Ever since she had discovered how good his wine was, she had dropped by to cadge some every few days. In her heart, he was her long-term wine supply.

Xiao Wushuang looked at the amusing girl. Yes, anyone under a thousand years old was just a girl in his eyes. Helplessly, he took out a wine gourd and tossed it over. "Take it, take it. Honestly, don't drink too much.

You're going to protect the youngsters. Don't make them look after you when you're drunk instead."

She had