"Sect Leader Brother! Sect Leader Brother!"
Within the chief deity temple of Anshui City, the spiritual senses of two divine statues formed a bridge, entering that hazy dreamscape once more.
The moment Ao Yi saw Li Changshou standing beneath the statue's feet, he could no longer restrain himself.
His cries carried a few traces of anxiety, dejection, helplessness, and a tangled mix of novelty, delight, and shame.
Li Changshou stood there with a smile, carefully analyzing those emotions. He had roughly understood what had happened.
At this moment, Li Changshou had already returned with Martial Uncle Jiu Wu to the site of the Three Teachings Origin Conference. As though nothing had happened before, he maintained the ordinary bearing expected of an ordinary Du Xian Sect disciple serving as deputy leader.
Li Changshou had expected Ao Yi to seek him out through spiritual sense communication.
But what Li Changshou had not expected was that Ao Yi's first words were not about being attacked in the deep sea, but...
"Teach me, Sect Leader. What am I supposed to do?"
"What happened?"
"I! Sigh, I! This matter truly shames me too much to say..."
The young face of Ao Yi was full of embarrassment. Within that embarrassment lingered a touch of recollection, and within that recollection, several traces of bashfulness...
Li Changshou frowned. "Did your actions fail to keep up with your thoughts, and you made some... bodily mistake?"
"Mhm!"
Ao Yi pressed his lips together. Even his nasal tone seemed to turn a corner, and his face carried a hint of grievance.
Li Changshou: ...
Could it be that the Dragon Clan experts who arrived later had not helped Ao Yi dispel his yang energy, but had instead let the mistake continue to its natural end?
Hiss!
Those Dragon Clan experts might