"Go home?"
At those two words, the Interception Sect Disciples, who had just been beaming with satisfaction, looked both excited and bewildered.
Home...
Ever since the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, Golden Turtle Island had been destroyed and their master imprisoned. They had become homeless, wandering souls.
And now, Little Senior Sister was saying... they could go home?
"Little Senior Sister, do you mean... we... we can leave this place?" Immortal Wuyun asked, his voice trembling and his eyes brimming with boundless hope.
"Of course!" Xiruan nodded matter-of-factly. "We've finished eating, so why are we still here? Are we supposed to wait for that bad old man to come back and lock us up again?"
"But... Master..." Immortal Qiushou glanced at Master Tongtian, then stopped himself.
They all knew that Dao Ancestor Hongjun had placed a restriction on their master. He couldn't leave Zixiao Palace, not even by half a step.
If Master couldn't leave, how could they?
"Daddy?" Xiruan looked at Master Tongtian, too. She had noticed that her father had kept his head lowered ever since earlier, looking troubled.
"Daddy, why aren't you saying anything? Aren't you happy? We're going home!"
Master Tongtian slowly lifted his head. Looking at his daughter's expectant little face, he felt a bitterness he could hardly put into words.
Go home?
He wanted to go home, too.
But could he?
He sighed and said hoarsely, "Sweetheart, it's not that Daddy doesn't want to leave. It's just... we can't."
"Why not?" Xiruan asked, confused.
"Because... because that bad old man you mentioned has locked this place with a very powerful spell." Master Tongtian did his best to explain in words she could understand. "Daddy's magic power has been sealed, so I can't open the lock."
The Interception Sect Disciples had only just begun to