The Petition

What Du Bishu had said was indeed something Luo Yunji could do.

"Have you really never heard?" He Dazhi smiled at his fellow disciples. "The residents of Sanfu Town secretly call Little Junior Brother the Little Tyrant!"

He Dazhi sat on a golden chair, one elbow resting on the edge of the Golden Table as he leisurely fanned himself with the Mountain and River Fan.

Song Daren sat on the other side of the table, watching his junior brothers with a headache. In the past, they would certainly have criticized Luo Yunji for what he did, but now they were treating it like a joke and making light of it. They'd changed! They'd all changed!

As if sensing Song Daren's mood, Fifth Senior Brother handed him a cup of Feather Scale Tree sap. "Eldest Senior Brother! The Great Calamity is coming, and whether we'll survive it is still up in the air. Don't dwell on unhappy things!"

At some point, Fifth Senior Brother's temperament had changed too. Perhaps it had started when his left hand was taken over by the Strange Weapon during that trip down the mountain. It made sense. When you lived every moment as if it might be your last, even the most stubborn and resilient person would eventually break.

"Just let Eldest Senior Brother fret! Once construction starts, he won't have the time or the chance to worry!" Sixth Senior Brother looked at Song Daren with a mischievous grin. They all knew their master and Shiniang had assigned Eldest Senior Brother to help build a small town on Two Mountains.

This time, he wouldn't escape!

Seeing all his junior brothers laughing at his expense, Song Daren shook his head helplessly. "You lot! Just wait! Little Junior Brother is very fair when it comes to bullying us!"