Luo Qian found the whole thing dull. Showing off like this was no fun at all. A lion strutting among lions could enjoy itself. A lion strutting among sheep, or even mice, would find it as tasteless as chewing wax. A cat could handle a swarm of mice; if a lion leaped in and tried to act like a cat, that was no longer showing off. That was just being an idiot.
Luo Qian glanced at the Kunlun disciples on the ground. Once they left Kunlun Mountain, any one of them could shake a corner of the Cultivation Realm. If they wished, even the state would spare no effort to recruit them. Yet here they knelt at his feet, as meek as concubines longing for an emperor's favor, while the emperor himself felt nothing but boredom. Luo Qian sighed inwardly. Painted beauties, every last one of them. None of you pleases your emperor.
What he had expected to be an interesting trip to the Lower Realm had suddenly lost its flavor. Luo Qian shook his head in puzzlement and beckoned casually. The mighty Kunlun Leader was drawn into the sky without the slightest power to resist. A ball of blue-green light enveloped them, leaving those below unable to hear a word of their conversation. The disciples saw only their leader's mounting confusion and constant shakes of his head, while the exalted Immortal looked disappointed.
Luo Qian was disappointed. The illustrious Kunlun School knew nothing about the Fourth-Level World. On second thought, though, he understood: if anyone in the Cultivation Realm knew of it, he would have heard something in the Immortal Realm. The utter lack of rumors there meant that the Cultivation Realm knew nothing about a world even lower than itself.
If Luo Qian had not used the World