Shi Hou stood at the edge of the escape light, his arms folded across his chest.
A fierce wind rushed into his face, making his short beast-hide jacket snap and flutter.
After some thought, he decided it would be better to give a warning first.
After all, he had witnessed that brat's destructive power firsthand.
"Old man, my little brother is a trouble magnet. If he really does something out of line, go easy on him for my sake."
Ancestor Mu Yan stumbled, the escape light beneath his feet wobbling twice. He nearly plunged headfirst out of the sky.
The old man turned around, his disheveled hair whipping wildly in the wind, his eyes wide as saucers.
You haven't even been here half a day, and the Mountain-Guarding Formation had to be activated because of you.
You stripped the sect's Sect-Guarding Treasure Medicine bare, and the supreme spirit bird we raised ended up in your Black Pot.
And now you have the gall to call someone else a trouble magnet?
Ancestor Mu Yan's chest heaved as he forcibly suppressed the urge to curse.
"More of a freak than you? Better at causing trouble than you?"
Shi Hou choked on his words and rubbed the tip of his nose.
"Old man, you don't understand. My brother comes with his own aura. Chaos follows him wherever he goes. He's the cream of the crop-the kind who bursts into flames without anyone even lighting a spark."
The old man did not believe a word of it. He snorted. "Since the Heaven Mending Pavilion was founded, we've seen every kind of unruly genius imaginable. But never anything like you."
Soon, the two passed through layer upon layer of clouds and landed in the White Jade Plaza on the Main Peak.
The moment they landed,