Th-This... is Senior Brother's world?
Taishang Laojun—the living incarnation of that mythical Saint Lord from legend—had just popped up, alive and well, right before...
Uh, no, no.
She had popped up before the living, breathing Taishang Laojun!
On the way to Tushita Palace, Ling'e felt completely dazed. Standing on the white cloud condensed by her senior brother, she pinched a corner of his Daoist robe between two fingers. Though she dearly wanted to maintain a calm smile, the moment it appeared, it turned utterly stiff.
For once, Ling'e put on an icy expression—the sort she herself considered exceedingly cool and aloof.
And for the sake of appearances, Senior Brother had deliberately transformed into the guise of an old immortal, making her look like his granddaughter...
Hmph, hmph. She was clearly his actual junior sister, and Candidate Number One for Senior Brother's Dao companion!
If there was nothing in the Dao heart, there was nothing in heaven and earth.
If her Dao heart was not nervous, then Ling'e was not nervous.
But along the way...
There were simply far too many gazes converging on them...
There were more onlookers than when Junior Nephew Jin Peng had carried Lesser Qiong Peak into the Heavenly Court—more by over tenfold!
Not to mention the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals near Taibai Palace;
They had originally been stationed in an "encircling" formation to guard Taibai Palace, but now they had become a "lining-the-road" formation, each one watching Senior Brother and her with all manner of fervent gazes.
Those gazes were not vulgar. Rather, they wanted to express their respect for Senior Brother but did not know how, so they all placed themselves in the role of "elder," looking at Ling'e as though they were watching some adorable child.
Ling'e: ...
When all was said and done,