This was bad—if it kept crying, it might cry itself dehydrated. Bian Chunchou wanted to fly down on his sword, but the moment he moved, a soft breeze swept past. The little one seemed to sense something faster than he did and abruptly leaped into the air.
Startled, he reached out to catch it, only to discover... the little beast had landed steadily in someone else's palm.
More precisely, that person was Bushi.
"Your hair..."
No wonder Bian Chunchou was so startled. Mainly because... this guy had already looked like an exiled immortal with his black hair, but now his hair had turned white overnight, making him look even more intimidating. "No, where's your cultivation?"
Bushi was now completely without cultivation. The only reason he could float over while standing was thanks to that senior's aid. "It's fine. I'm merely starting over from scratch."
As he spoke, he stroked the Water-Ripple Beast's back. Sure enough, it felt just as nice as he had imagined.
"You're taking this so well? What exactly did you go through to become so..."
But Bushi suddenly went limp and fell straight down. "Oh dear, catch this little monk! This little monk can't fly anymore!"
Wen Xu had just finished receiving Lord Jun's divine sense. When he turned his head, he saw Chunchou riding his sword in pursuit of Bushi, while Chen Zui stood beside him with his saber in his arms, his face stern. "What happened?"
Chen Zui's response was distinctly his own: "I don't know. Did something happen?"
By the time Bian Chunchou returned, panting as he carried Bushi through the air, he was practically ready to collapse. He was only at Golden Core—why did he have to bear this family burden that was never meant to be his? "You're so heavy! Did you