The Imperial Dou Second Team's lounge was worlds apart from Shrek's deathly silence. It was filled with easy laughter.
Zhu Zhuqing had just pushed open the door when she spotted Li Pu seated at the head of the room, with Qian Renxue standing beside him. She had shed her Xue Qinghe disguise and returned to her original appearance: dressed in white, she looked both sacred and noble.
On a nearby chair, Liangliang sat with one leg crossed over the other, tossing an apple in her hand. The moment she saw the two enter, she whistled.
"Not bad, you two. Twenty-seven seconds, and you left that whole bunch from Shrek reeling. The entire arena went wild!"
Du Sifang scratched his head and gave a sheepish grin, excitement written across his face. "It's all thanks to our leader's teaching. If he hadn't taught me Vajra Indestructible and Kun Mountain Lean, I could never have broken through the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's attack so easily."
As he spoke, he bowed deeply to Li Pu, his respect plain to see.
Without Li Pu, he would probably have died in Sunset Forest by now. Even if he had somehow survived, Tang San would have taken the Eight Spider Lances from him, and he would have spent his whole life drowning in hatred and helplessness.
Li Pu had given him the method to awaken his Body Martial Soul a second time, the chance to grow stronger, and hope for the rise of the Body Sect.
In his heart, Li Pu was like a father who had given him a new life—the only person he would follow for the rest of his days.
Zhu Zhuqing also gave Li Pu a slight nod, gratitude in her cool eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Li."
Without Li Pu, she would still