"You..."
"Right, I ran away from home with a Nascent Soul Late Stage guard. What problem is there with that?"
Bian Chunchou thought to himself that there was a reason some people could be so obnoxious yet still live so comfortably. "Thank you for saving us, but..."
"Don't worry. Your Elder Zhao is following along; nothing will happen." He did not believe Wen Xu had no life-saving treasures on him. For him to dare act so willfully, he clearly had ample confidence. Only certain vicious criminals at the end of their rope had become completely blind to such things, knowing only to drink poison to quench thirst and look down on talented people with low cultivation.
One had to know that even a weak genius could make an ant shake a tree.
"Really? Then it's fine. I'll reluctantly take you to set off fireworks."
Chunwang Shui immediately perked up. "What tricks did you come up with? I know a great place for setting off fireworks. It's still not open enough here. Come on, I'll take you there!"
Meanwhile, Wen Xu had already been taken to the Wei Household Immortal Shrine—an entirely unsurprising place.
"A genius from Yonglu Mountain looks no more impressive than this. Death is at your door, yet you still refuse to open your eyes and look?"
Wen Xu sighed mournfully. "Did you truly believe all those messy rumors outside?"
"Sorry to disappoint you, but my eyes have none of the miraculous qualities you want." Wen Xu suddenly raised his voice. "After lurking for so long, everyone is here. Aren't you coming out yet?"
Who? What did that mean?
At the same time, a lean figure slowly emerged from a patch of shadow. He had actually imitated Wen Xu by covering his eyes with a strip of satin,