Good Brothers, for Life!

The wind brushed past his ears, spiritual energy curled around him, and beneath him seemed to be a soft cushion. It was as though he were lying atop the clouds.

Lingzhu Zi's eyelids trembled. The seals around his Primordial Spirit slowly dissipated... He was indeed lying on a cloud.

At his side sat an old Daoist in silence, kind-eyed and benevolent, with white brows and white hair. That familiar old immortal's figure and face could not have been more recognizable.

"Martial Uncle..."

Lingzhu Zi called softly. Immortal power flowed through him, and his exhaustion had already vanished. He slowly sat up.

They seemed to be on the cloud road back to the Heavenly Court from Qianyuan Mountain.

Just as they had been back when his martial uncle had first brought him to the Heavenly Court.

"How is your state of mind now?"

Li Changshou asked gently.

Lingzhu Zi froze for a moment. The gloomy emotions within his Dao heart spread once more. He let out a dispirited sigh, crossed his legs, and sat upright, but could not summon any spirit.

With a bitter smile, he said quietly, "Martial Uncle, Lingzhu has disappointed you..."

"You have not truly disappointed anyone, so there is no need to speak this way," Li Changshou said warmly. "The only one you have disappointed is yourself.

Do you remember why I brought you to the Heavenly Court?"

Lingzhu Zi considered it carefully before answering, "It was at Master's request. He asked Martial Uncle to bring me to train in the Heavenly Court and gain some masculine spirit."

"Do you still lack masculine spirit now?"

Li Changshou smiled and posed the question in return. Lingzhu Zi could not help sinking into thought again.

Li Changshou said gently, "Several hundred years can be very long, yet several hundred