"Senior Brother, Master, Master, he..."
Hao and Yao came running to Purple Jade Mountain in tears, seeking comfort.
They were still dressed as little Daoist attendants, just as they had been before. Everyone had already seen them in that attire anyway, so they no longer cared.
Just like wearing women's clothing—there was never just one time, only countless times.
Who knew whether, if the Primordial World mythology continued developing at this rate, they would still have a chance to become the Heavenly Emperor and Heavenly Empress? If that day truly came, they would probably regret it!
Thus, Wu Chu decided that he would turn their tearful little expressions into a video later and save it.
If that day truly came, it would surely become a sweet memory.
Still, in the guise of little Daoist attendants, they did not seem quite so embarrassed when they cried.
Seeing them like this, Wu Chu could not continue wallowing in melancholy. He smiled instead. "Master has successfully taken another step forward. That is something to celebrate. Why are you two crying?"
Hao nodded. "That may be true, but it still hurts inside!"
Yao nodded as well, sniffing with her delicate nose. "It hurts!"
Wu Chu shook his head, then asked, "Master moved Purple Cloud Palace back to the Primordial World?"
Hao sniffed and nodded. "He moved it back. It is still placed where it was before, and he concealed the entrance. The three senior brothers at Kunlun do not know about it. Earlier, Master asked whether we wanted to return to the Primordial World. Of course we wanted to come back! He has already undergone Dao Integration, leaving Yao and me all alone and helpless in Primordial Chaos..."
Wu Chu reached out and rubbed their little heads, then looked up at the sky, wondering