Luo Qian soon realized things might not be so simple. For one thing, Xu Hu refused to let him off. Instead of hurrying to take the throne, the brat pursued Luo Qian relentlessly, demanding "revenge." Back home, Xie Tang and Zhu Ke'er cornered him and would not let go. It took Luo Qian a great deal of explaining to clear things up. The women recalled what had happened when Feng Feitian ascended and believed him. Luo Qian almost never spoke to them about the Saint Realm, but this time he had no choice and said a little more. Hearing about her master's life there put Pei Sefei's mind at ease. The tender look she gave Luo Qian frightened him into turning his face away—straight toward Xie Tang. She regarded him strangely. A sudden guilty feeling seized him, and Xie Tang gave him an odd smile.
Xu Hu made a racket outside and gave Luo Qian no peace. Even when Luo Qian played a game with his son, Xu Hu stood outside hurling abuse. If eighty-one dragon seals had not barred his way, he would have barged in long ago. Little Treasure looked pitifully up at his father. Luo Qian pursed his lips helplessly. "All right, I'll go out and deal with him."
Xu Hu was only half convinced by Luo Qian's explanation. "Really?" Luo Qian spread his hands. "Of course it's true!" Xu Hu snorted. "Get His Majesty to write me a letter in his own hand. Show me that, and I'll believe you." Luo Qian felt a headache coming on. Who knew where the Supreme Pure Emperor had ascended within the Saint Realm? Getting him to write a letter would be no small feat. But if Luo Qian refused, Xu Hu plainly would not give up. The pestering alone