"Eldest Brother, if we accidentally let Daoist Lord Wangchen's name slip one day, do you think the consequences would really be that serious?"
In the front courtyard of Tusita Palace, Ping'an suddenly teased as they walked.
"The Dao Lord didn't seem like someone who would joke. Once we leave Tusita Palace, we had best not mention his name to anyone."
Old Daoist Huang was very serious.
Xu Taiping was holding Xiaoyu and feeding her pills. Hearing their conversation, he suddenly raised his head and said to Old Daoist Huang with an equally serious expression:
"Elder Huang, once we're outside, you had best place a Silencing Curse on each of us to eliminate any possibility of us saying the Dao Lord's name."
Hearing this, Old Daoist Huang nodded solemnly.
"I'll remember."
As they spoke, they had already reached the entrance to Tusita Palace.
"Burp..."
Having eaten and drunk her fill, Xiaoyu gave a satisfied burp, then clutched Xu Taiping's lapel and kept rubbing her face against his chest.
Seeing this, Xu Taiping hurriedly reached out and patted her very gently.
"Be good, Xiaoyu. Be good. Go to sleep now that you're full."
After these years of "training," Xu Taiping had become an old hand at coaxing Xiaoyu to sleep.
It was not that Ping'an and Old Daoist Huang refused to help.
Rather, after Xiaoyu had intervened that one time, when she next woke, she would let no one but Xu Taiping hold her, or even feed her pills.
Old Daoist Huang in particular would invariably be struck by lightning whenever he approached.
Of course, he would still get struck even if he did not approach.
It all depended on Xiaoyu's mood.
After watching Xu Taiping finally coax Xiaoyu to sleep, Ping'an suddenly whispered worriedly:
"Eldest Brother, why does it seem like