Seriously, did they have to mess with him like this?
Why did you have to make it so obvious, Patriarch? At least leave me a little dignity...
Even if he had earned the slightest bit of merit later on—say, carrying a fairy tens of thousands of years old across the cloud path, helping the Netherworld deliver a few female resentful spirits, tossing Bian Zhuang into the Celestial River after sealing his immortal power—and the Dao Ancestor put on a suitably moved expression before making up the Power of Merit he had owed him before, that would at least have been something.
But now!
Didn't he, Grand White Gold Star, have any pride?
Didn't he, Sect Master of the Prudent Sect, still need to make a living in the Primordial Wilderness?
Within the golden light, Li Changshou rose to his full height, his expression solemn. His lean figure stood straight and tall as he raised his head to face the golden clouds above.
His face was imposing without anger, his aura grand without force!
Beside him, Ling'e blinked, unsure what she ought to say or do, when Li Changshou suddenly shouted aloud:
"Thank you, Patriarch, for understanding the hardship of this disciple's cultivation and the difficulty of handling affairs, and for bestowing boundless merit!
For this disciple to shed his blood and sacrifice his life for the Heavenly Court, to ease Patriarch's burdens and resolve your troubles—these are simply the duties of a Dao Sect disciple!"
"Spirited."
The golden light in the sky slowly faded, and the many auspicious signs vanished as well.
Li Changshou stood there for a while, his back looking slightly desolate.
He sent a message to Xiong Lingli, who was sneaking roasted fish in the Spirit Beast Pen, telling her to go out and send away the