After Jiang Ling finished speaking, the air fell silent for a while.
Chen Mo stood beside them, completely unable to understand what these two immortals were talking about.
Immortal Lord? What was that? An official even higher than an immortal?
But he had the sense not to ask. He merely huddled off to one side, pretending to study the clouds beneath his feet.
Si Chen was silent for a few breaths before asking, "No Immortal Lords? What do you mean?"
Jiang Ling looked at him and suddenly found it rather absurd.
This man could defeat an Immortal Emperor and had the strength to crush all the kings.
Yet he actually knew nothing?
Though the Immortal Kings dared not say much about this, they all had their own thoughts.
She looked into Si Chen's eyes.
Not long ago, those eyes had turned pure black, making her tremble with fear.
Now, however, those eyes held a trace of confusion, along with a trace of... a desire to learn.
Like her when she had asked her father questions as a child.
For some reason, she suddenly let down her guard a little.
Perhaps it was because he had kept calling her "Auntie" over the past half month.
Or perhaps it was because he was just as patient and gentle even with a mortal.
Her father had once told her that to judge someone, she should not look at how strong they were, but at how they treated those weaker than themselves.
She had not understood then.
Now...
"Sometimes I really do wonder where you popped out of..."
She could not help saying it, a sudden hint of teasing in her voice.
Si Chen answered seriously, "The Lower Realm."
Jiang Ling paused, then shook her head, not taking him seriously.
She took a deep