When Jiu Jiu left, she fled as if running for her life...
Before Ling'e's Thatched Hut, where several layers of formations had been fully activated, Xiong Lingli sat playing the role of door guardian. In her arms, she held a roasted spirit beast mountain rabbit, savoring it with great relish.
There were only four members and disciples of Lesser Qiong Peak in all. At this moment, they sat around a low table strewn with cups and plates. The little grandmaster was already thoroughly drunk, lying sprawled across the table and heaving one long sigh after another.
The fake old father, like Old Daoist Qi Yuan, wore an aged face and seemed somewhat lost and helpless. Yet he merely watched his master with a smile, unconditionally supporting every decision his master made.
The real old father, meanwhile, had already arranged follow-up emergency measures for the utterly villainous little grandmaster. He had also begun drawing out his grandmaster's words, wanting to understand just what had happened between Jiang Lin'er and Venerable Wangqing...
To be safe, Li Changshou had to ask about the whole story before letting Ling'e take out that Tear of Past Lives.
What if some ridiculous misunderstanding had occurred, and Venerable Wangqing and his own grandmaster were actually long-lost blood brothers... cough, blood siblings!
Then things would truly go wrong.
Drawing out someone's words also required a process.
Where in the Primordial Wilderness were the most tricks found? On Lesser Qiong Peak, where one squandered one's days in poverty.
Under the pretense of welcoming the wind and washing away the dust, Li Changshou and Ling'e worked together to prepare a table full of food.
During the meal, he sent a few instructions to his master. Old Daoist Qi Yuan then began constantly pouring wine for Jiang Lin'er...
If one wished