Shen Bing saw clearly that the big yellow lion was the Nine-Spirit Primordial Sage.
But he had no recollection of the white lion.
Judging by what the two lions were doing, they were definitely courting!
Shen Bing instantly felt his sense of decency shatter.
The Nine-Spirit Primordial Sage was a damn old geezer, wasn't he? And he was still getting up to this? Who knew whether Celestial Venerable Taiyi would be furious enough to die when he found out? He would probably go mad with rage.
But... was the Nine-Spirit Primordial Sage really an old geezer? Had Shen Bing fallen into the trap of habitual thinking?
Beings like the Nine-Spirit Primordial Sage generally lived as long as heaven and earth. Age had lost all meaning to them. If this fellow really wanted a girlfriend, that hardly seemed out of the question.
Why worry about all that? As long as I find him and take him back to Celestial Venerable Taiyi, my job is done, Shen Bing told himself.
But a second later, Shen Bing found himself facing a real pain in the ass.
The bastard is hiding dozens of kilometers underground. How am I supposed to get him out?
That was a major problem.
Never mind getting him out—even meeting him face-to-face would be difficult.
I wonder whether the deterrent power of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder can cross the spatial barrier and threaten the Nine-Spirit Primordial Sage directly.
All right, even if it can, I still can't get my voice to him. If he doesn't understand what I want, he won't know what to do next, even if I scare him half to death.
If only I knew a divine ability like Thousand-Mile Voice Transmission.
All sorts of ideas turned over in Shen Bing's mind, but he ultimately rejected