Although Shen Le wasn't afraid of climbing mountains, he had no desire to carry Cloud Kun up a five-thousand-meter peak for no reason.
Altitude sickness, buddy!
Avalanches, buddy!
Couldn't they take it a little easier?
Yet Cloud Kun clearly did not understand grown-ups—or rather, human thinking. He simply chattered away in high spirits:
"Shen Le, let me tell you, the morale-boosting performance was so much fun! When we went to the Great Vortex Secret Realm, everyone in the whole Secret Realm except those on duty came out to watch! On the mountain, there were so, so many levels of people packed onto the ships!
"Xiao Ling danced, the Silk Skirts danced and played music with her, the Brush Pot helped carry the stage sets, Lan Zhuang and the Scroll handled the lighting and projections... They were all so happy watching! A lot of them even cried!"
Shen Le could understand why they cried... The navy personnel stationed in Secret Realms like that served shifts of at least half a year, perhaps one or two years, with no end in sight.
Cut off from the world, unable to access the internet, perhaps even unable to make phone calls, completely out of contact with their families, persevering on nothing but faith—how happy would they be to have someone come visit them?
Not to mention that Xiao Ling could absorb hostile energy and turn it into peace and harmony. Even without that ability, young soldiers at border outposts could cry just from watching a morale-boosting performance!
"Lately, I've been carrying them around all the nearby islands, delivering supplies one by one, visiting them one by one! They were all really, really happy!"
Listening to Cloud Kun's voice, Shen Le could practically feel him wagging his head and tail, even spinning in circles with