A white cloud carried several figures as it slowly flew toward the horizon.
Bian Zhuang's hands and feet were ice-cold, his gaze scattered, his eyes lifeless, his breathing disordered, cold sweat continuously pouring from him...
He turned to look at the young Daoist beside him, transformed from Lord Water God, wanting to offer a few more words of advice, but even his tongue was trembling.
What did Lord Water God's frown mean? Was he blaming him for making a fuss over nothing?
But could this transformation technique really fool other people's eyes?
Besides, wasn't Lord Water God's incarnation a paper man? What could he do at Tianya Pavilion? Was he really going there to listen to music?
"L-Lord Water God," Bian Zhuang asked softly, "are we truly going to my home?"
Li Changshou did not answer. His brows were lightly furrowed, his expression rather solemn as he sank into immense indecision.
After a while, Li Changshou turned to look to the other side, at the one smiling with narrowed eyes and a touch of anticipation...
"General Qin," Li Changshou said in a low voice, "it may be somewhat inappropriate for you to accompany us."
"Lord Water God, do not worry," Qin Tianzhu clasped his hands. "This subordinate is merely following you to broaden my horizons. There will naturally be nothing improper."
Li Changshou: Why did I suddenly not dare believe you after hearing that?
Bian Zhuang: So you knew it was inappropriate after all!
Qin Tianzhu waved a large hand and laughed. "Lord Water God, be more free and easy. This is for official business, not truly a sightseeing excursion."
Bian Zhuang's eyes shifted. He decisively stepped forward and quietly said to Qin Tianzhu:
"You, how dare you lecture Lord Water God? Could Lord Water God possibly not know what