Qianyuan Mountain. A white cloud flew out from the Golden Light Grand Array, slowly rising toward the starry sky.
On the cloud, Li Changshou looked down at his martial nephew sitting cross-legged beside him. Seeing his pitiful expression as he struggled to hold back tears, his reddened eyes, trembling shoulders, and gently swaying Daoist Circlet...
Li Changshou suddenly felt a sense of guilt, as though he had done something wrong.
What a marvelous Lingzhu Zi.
"Martial Nephew," Li Changshou called warmly.
Lingzhu Zi weakly raised his head, a trace of helplessness in his eyes. "Martial Uncle Chang Geng, I'm fine."
Li Changshou's Dao heart nearly melted on the spot. He quickly said, "Don't worry. I'll take you to the Heavenly Court. The living beings there are all quite interesting, and very gentle too.
How about we make a bet?"
Lingzhu Zi replied in a crisp voice, "Martial Uncle, how do we bet? Master said gambling is a bad habit. One must have a steadfast Dao heart and a sure grasp when handling matters."
Li Changshou: ...
He had actually been lectured by Lingzhu Zi in return!
"Then let's put it another way," Li Changshou said with a smile. "When we reach the Heavenly Court, everyone who sees you will offer a friendly smile.
If that truly happens, promise this martial uncle that you'll make one friend in the Heavenly Court. How about it?"
"Mm." Lingzhu Zi nodded. "This disciple will follow Martial Uncle's arrangements."
Li Changshou smiled gently and said no more, steering the cloud toward the Middle Heavenly Gate.
On the way here, Li Changshou had deliberately flown half a circle around the edge of the Demon Race's controlled territory. Yet on the return journey, fearing that Demon Race experts might truly ambush them, he intentionally detoured through the