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After Fei Changfang buried Zhenniang beside his mother's grave and tended to the bodies of those commoners, three days had already passed.

Erlang Shen bound Fei Changfang with a magic rope. Iron Crutch Li and the others accompanied him to the Heavenly Court, where they would ask the Jade Emperor to pass judgment.

However, Ling Qing and Lu Dongbin had not cultivated enough merit and were unqualified to go, so they could only wait behind in the mortal realm.

"You two lack sufficient merit and cultivation. Without a summons, you are not permitted to enter the Heavenly Court." Han Zhongli looked at them and made the arrangements. "Just as well—we Eight Immortals still have duties to fulfill.

"We will go to the Jade Emperor and plead Fei Changfang's case for him.

"You two are to continue slaying demons and vanquishing evil, and fulfill this duty on our behalf.

"However, with us absent, you must be doubly careful. Do not greedily seek merit and press ahead rashly, lest you fall into the schemes of the Heaven-Piercing demons."

"Yes, Master!" Lu Dongbin replied with a cupped-fist salute.

Ling Qing echoed him from the side, "Rest assured, everyone. The two of us will be careful."

"Ah, go on, then. We are leaving as well." Han Zhongli let out a soft sigh and ascended to the Heavenly Court with the other immortals.

"Ah, who would have thought? After Fei Changfang endured such hardship to bring Zhenniang back, she would still meet such a tragic end." Lu Dongbin looked at Zhenniang, buried beside Fei Changfang's mother, and sighed.

"Why is Heaven so unfair to them?"

"Do not say such things." Ling Qing shook his head.

"Heaven and earth are unfeeling, treating all things as straw dogs. Heaven has no intention of targeting any one person