Watching Ran Deng streak away as a beam of light, Guang Chengzi rubbed his balding crown in bewilderment, wondering, What's wrong with Teacher? Even if Cihang and the others went up to ask the Heavenly Emperor for help, there's no need to get so angry, is there?
Indeed, the Heavenly Emperor was not only the head of all gods, vested with authority to oversee the Primordial World, but also one of the three thousand guests of Zixiao, a Witch Scribe of the Witch Race, and their eldest senior brother Nine Li's uncle.
Even Eldest Senior Brother visits him often and occasionally asks him for a favor. Surely we don't need to care so much about saving face? Besides, honestly, is asking the Heavenly Emperor for help really so embarrassing? I don't think so!
"How strange~" Guang Chengzi muttered. Then he exchanged a glance with Chi Jingzi beside him, nodded, and rode a cloud skyward with him. They intended to go to the Heavenly Court to congratulate Cihang and the other three, and ask in more detail how they had secured the Heavenly Emperor's agreement.
Elsewhere.
Whoosh~
Ran Deng hurtled through the air, drawing ever closer to his Daoist Abode on Vulture Mountain, when suddenly...
His expression changed drastically. A surge of scarlet liquid rose into his throat, and he opened his mouth, violently spraying it out. "Pfft~"
Someone had forcibly broken through his Daoist Abode's restrictive formation. Who? Who was it?!
Suffering backlash from the broken restrictive formation, Ran Deng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Fury blazed in his eyes as he stared toward Vulture Mountain and roared inwardly. Then he gritted his teeth and flew faster.
Outside Vulture Mountain's gates.
Dressed in splendid robes and holding a feather fan, Kong Xuan flicked his sleeves