Li Changshou had never imagined that Pure Yang Wanderer, the romantic and sentimental figure of later generations, had already planted the seed of it at this time...
Dong Mugong had come this time merely to express his gratitude to Li Changshou.
The moment the two met within the Landscape Spirit Diagram, Dong Mugong began gasping for breath:
"Your Majesty! His Majesty, he... he...
Smiled at me!"
Li Changshou's heart tightened slightly. He had thought that one of the thighs he would rely on in the future had suddenly met with some mishap.
Then Dong Mugong let out a series of long sighs, recounting just how difficult these past tens of thousands of years had been for him.
He had originally been merely an Eternal Life Immortal with ordinary foundations. At the end of the War of the Ancients, when the human race rose to prominence, he had fought and bled for humanity, earning considerable merit. Only then had he been chosen by the Saints to become Dong Wang Gong of the newly established Heavenly Court.
The Jade Emperor had been a page by the Dao Ancestor's side, calling several Saints his senior brothers, while never revealing his own cultivation.
How many lives did Dong Mugong have, to dare contend with the Jade Emperor for power?
For so long, Dong Mugong had worked diligently and cautiously, as though treading on thin ice. He had not slept peacefully for a single day...
Though he did not need to sleep either.
A few days ago, Dong Mugong had hurriedly married a female immortal he had known for a long time and asked the Jade Emperor to bestow a piece of calligraphy upon them.
"The way Your Majesty smiled was so hearty, so open and clear..."
Dong Mugong let out a long breath, rose,