Ling Yun was currently pacifying these panicked celestial venerables and several generals.
The little one lowered her head, and Beibei's eyes darted around. She certainly didn't want her younger sister to be disciplined; the trouble they had stirred up was huge.
"Little Irene, help us out, or else Little Sister and I are going to get a beating. It's going to be so miserable." Beibei whispered into Little Irene's ear.
"Mmh-hmm, Baby is the most obedient. What do you want me to do?"
Little Irene was about to become an accomplice.
"Later on, you breathe fire—just spray it onto the floor." Beibei had already thought it all through.
After Ling Yun understood the sequence of events, he cast his gaze onto the little one. Lu Yao, standing off to the side, was pleading on her behalf, but several celestial venerables refused to let the matter rest just like that.
Immeasurable Celestial Venerable said, "Emperor Lord, this old man isn't saying this for any other reason, but truly, this old face of mine can no longer hold its composure. You decide what to do about this."
While saying this, he also glanced at Ling Yun's expression. The latter remained expressionless, but Immeasurable Celestial Venerable didn't dare look at the little one, terrified of being slapped down out of the sky once more.
Great General Zhenxi Aman: "Ahem, well... this general sides with the majority's view."
A certain celestial venerable said, "The rules are all in disarray. It's not that I'm complaining, sigh... speaking out might offend the Emperor Lord. This old man perhaps shouldn't say it after all. Never mind, never mind."
Ling Yun frowned. "Speak!"
A certain celestial venerable said, "This old man won't say it then. Emperor Lord, please don't be angry."
Ling Yun furrowed his brows deeply. "Speak!"