"Hey, Chang Geng, what did you think of this painting? Wasn't it divinely wrought, quite extraordinary?"
The teasing remark pulled Li Changshou back from his thoughts.
Looking up, he saw Grandpa Zhao stroking his beard and leaning forward, his old face nearly pressing against Li Changshou's. A strange gleam flickered in his eyes.
Li Changshou: ...
"Many thanks to Lord Tongtian for bestowing brush and ink," Li Changshou replied with a smile. Rising, he made a Daoist salute toward Golden Ao Island, then carefully put away the canvas.
"I will certainly display this brushwork in my home and worship it whenever I have the time."
Zhao Gongming was clearly stunned for a moment, then laughed. "This treasure painting isn't meant to bolster your courage...
"Never mind. There's nothing wrong with thinking of it that way."
Li Changshou sighed softly, gestured for Grandpa Zhao to sit properly, and asked with a frown, "When did Lord Tongtian start watching?"
"I don't know that," Zhao Gongming said, flicking his sleeve and clearing his throat. "When Master summoned us over, I was among the first to arrive. I happened to see you saying:
"'Yunxiao, please give me your hand.'"
Li Changshou's mouth twitched wildly. Even his old face felt somewhat hot, but fortunately, this was only a Paper Daoist; expressions and such were all regulated through immortal power.
Sigh! Is there no right to privacy left in the Primordial Wilderness? Do the Primordial Wilderness Saints have no respect for their disciples' privacy?
If Lord Tongtian had been in my previous life, he would've been strung up and cursed at by ten thousand righteous souls!
When a Saint's speck of dust falls upon every living being, it becomes a mountain too heavy to bear!
Zhao Gongming laughed. "Did you know that whenever Master calls you,