The chubby boy felt his life was hard. Truly, unbearably hard.
If he said he wasn't sure now, would he still live to see tomorrow morning's sun?
Feeling four scorching gazes boring into him, the chubby boy was already prepared to faint at any moment. Perhaps passing out would save his miserable hide...
"That's enough, you two." A cool, familiar voice came from nearby, followed by the sound of footsteps.
To the chubby boy, that voice was nothing short of heavenly music. The moment he turned toward Su Jiu, his eyes practically blazed with light.
Of course, most of that light was a desperate signal for help.
Su Jiu rubbed her forehead and called the Snow Sprite back. The Snow Sprite gave Hong Xiaoshan and the chubby boy an indifferent glance before flying back onto Su Jiu's head.
"The two people you mentioned earlier have already come up." Su Jiu addressed those words to Hong Xiaoshan.
Hong Xiaoshan froze, only then remembering that he had come to warn A Jiu.
"Those two weirdos in black cloaks? They didn't do anything to harm you, did they?"
Su Jiu shook her head. "No. Actually, those two are people I met before entering Heavenly Cloud Mountain..."
As they spoke, they returned to where they had been before.
At the same time, Su Jiu noticed that the two cloaked ghost cultivators who had just arrived had also approached the courtyard gate.
They tried pushing the gate, but strangely enough, it wouldn't budge. Their expressions soured, and they began discussing it.
Su Jiu glanced toward them and asked Thirteen, "What's their situation?"
Thirteen replied, "As you can see, they probably came for the Heavenly Pool too."
"Ghost cultivators' magic treasures can soak in the Heavenly Pool too?"
Thirteen spread his hands. Clearly, he couldn't make