The way his own Saint Lord imparted teachings was simply...
Too domineering.
Yet within that domineering manner was a trace of delicacy.
—What Laojun had passed on to him were all pure insights into pill refinement, without a single word about improving his Dao Realm. Nor had those Saint's Dao Charms left any impression upon him.
Could it be that Laojun also felt it was still unsafe for him to undergo the Golden Immortal Tribulation, and so wanted him to make more preparations?
That had to be it!
He would still need to review everything once more. Better yet, he needed a more direct understanding of the Golden Immortal Tribulation...
These thoughts swiftly flashed through Li Changshou's mind. The Paper Daoist in Tushita Palace opened his eyes, but Laojun was nowhere to be seen.
He did not dare delay. He hurriedly rose and rushed toward the hall entrance.
Something had happened outside...
Outside Tushita Palace, no dragons roared and no tigers howled. A man and a dragon at the Heavenly Immortal Realm were "grappling" in a heap before the gates of Tushita Palace.
They truly were grappling. Ao Yi was currently straddling Bian Zhuang, hammering away at Bian Zhuang's handsome face with a barrage of punches. The latter was already bruised and swollen.
Then Bian Zhuang roared, kicked Ao Yi flying with one savage kick, and shouted furiously:
"You hit my face! This brotherhood is over!"
With that, he lunged forward, pinned Ao Yi down, and retaliated by raining punches on his face.
What, were they trying to kill each other?
How dare they make merry before a Saint's gate?!
Wait, brothers?
Li Changshou was slightly dazed, almost thinking Laojun's empowerment had damaged his wits.
But on closer inspection, neither of them was using much immortal power. They seemed to