In Tongming Palace, the Jade Emperor sat high above. On the lower seats to his left and right were Great Emperor Qinghua and Great Emperor Changsheng.
Great Emperor Qinghua had the appearance of a middle-aged man. Dressed in a green robe, with a fine beard a foot long beneath his chin, he sat upon the Nine-Colored Lotus Throne, his whole body shrouded in tens of billions of auspicious rays that displayed this great emperor's unfathomable depth and extraordinary cultivation.
To tell the truth, although Lu Chuan himself was now one of the Heavenly Court's Four Emperors, he was actually not familiar with these three. He had not even met them many times.
But though he had not seen them often, Lu Chuan had long heard of these people's great names.
Great Emperor Qinghua was an unfathomable expert of the Heavenly Court. He had not made many moves, but his mount was truly extraordinary.
His mount was a nine-headed lion named Nine-Spirited Saint, with vast magic power; its roar reached upward to the Three Sages and downward to the Nine Springs.
During Journey to the West, the nine-headed lion had run down to the lower realm, but it had also kept a very low profile. It had not shown much interest in the Tang Seng flesh that everyone coveted. If it had not been to avenge Yellow Lion Spirit, it and the small scripture-seeking team of Journey to the West would not have had any conflict.
Even so, it had once been one of the monsters on the Journey to the West road that gave Monkey the most headaches and left him most at a loss.
As the saying went: what kind of master one had, one had that kind of mount.
Since this nine-headed lion already possessed such vast divine