The Cost of Resurrection

"What—when did you...?"

King Kongnan's palace had also been moved to the middle of Thunder Mountain. When he learned Guen wanted to visit, he'd immediately called for him to come up, delighted. Now the two of them stared at each other, wide-eyed. They were both Universe Venerables.

"According to the calendar, exactly when did you break through?" King Kongnan—who ought to be called Venerable Kongnan now—gritted his teeth and pressed him relentlessly.

Guen had no choice but to give him the date. Venerable Kongnan compared it with his own and finally let out a breath. "At least I became one a hundred years before you. A hundred years early is still early. I'm still your teacher, and I helped set you on the path to becoming a Venerable. I deserve some credit."

Venerable Kongnan broke into a grin again. "So we're a rare pair of Venerable master and disciple. A rare sight, indeed."

"Actually, Venerable Tanshi, my other teacher, thinks highly of me too," Guen said.

Venerable Kongnan glared. "That's different. Even without you, your teacher still has Venerable Longtuo. And after him, King Bahou, King Kongxi, and the others might also take that step. Your teacher here needs you more."

Guen smiled too.

Just then, Venerable Kongnan's expression changed. He opened his mail and turned the screen toward Guen. His face darkened as he pointed at the transfer of 100 Heavy Treasure Points and demanded, "What's this supposed to mean?"

"Teacher, if you don't start working harder, people might eventually remember that I studied under Venerable Tanshi, but forget that I also had a Venerable Kongnan for a teacher," Guen said.

"You little rascal. You think your teacher here didn't have a teacher of his own?" Venerable Kongnan's expression shifted, and he said no more. Then he snorted. "And