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 dogged Luo Qian's heels, demanding "revenge." Back home, Xie Tang and Zhu Ke'er cornered him and wouldn't let go. It took a great deal of explaining before they understood. The women recalled what had happened when Feng Feitian ascended, and they believed him. Luo Qian normally never told 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. She gazed at Luo Qian with such tenderness that he hurriedly turned his face away in fright—straight toward Xie Tang. She was watching him with a peculiar look. An inexplicable stab of guilt hit Luo Qian, and Xie Tang gave him a strange smile.
Xu Hu kept up such a racket outside that Luo Qian couldn't get a moment's peace. Even when Luo Qian played a game with his son, Xu Hu stood outside cursing at the top of his lungs. If the eighty-one Dragon Seals hadn't blocked him, he would have burst in long ago. Little Treasure looked pitifully at his father. Luo Qian pulled a helpless face. "Fine, fine. I'll go deal with him right now."
Xu Hu only half believed Luo Qian's explanation. "Really?" Luo Qian spread his hands. "Of course it's true!" Xu Hu snorted. "Have His Majesty 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 in the Saint Realm the Supreme Pure Emperor had ascended? Getting a letter from him would be no small feat. But if Luo Qian refused, Xu Hu