"Father, Second Uncle, Third Uncle, Third Uncle Granduncle, and fellow Daoists, since you're here, why not come in for a cup of hot tea?"
How could the commotion outside escape those in the courtyard? Through the half-open gate, Si Chen smiled and invited his elders inside.
Hearing Si Chen's words, those outside exchanged glances.
Si Che laughed heartily and waved a hand. "No, no, Chen'er. Your Second Uncle still has a pile of odds and ends to deal with."
Third Uncle Granduncle smoothly picked up the thread. "Quite right. You youngsters have only just come back. You must have plenty of private things to talk about. We old fellows won't intrude."
Xu Feng of the Mysterious One Dao Gate, Zhao Wuji of Hidden Edge Mountain, and the others also knew better. They cupped their hands in farewell and left together.
After all, they were shrewd old hands who had spent their lives weathering the trials of the Lower Realm. No one understood better when to advance and when to retreat.
The eaglets had long since spread their wings. These children now had higher cultivation than they did, so why should they meddle?
There were things they could not help with. Staying out of the way was the best support they could offer.
Ancestor Si Ming and the other Immortal Emperors understood this as clearly as a polished mirror.
Only little Si Qing still clung to the gap in the gate, trying to peek inside.
"Hey, Brother, why are you pulling me away? I haven't figured out what's going on with that big brother with the exploded hair!"
"Children shouldn't pry into grown-up matters!" Si Ming snapped, scooping up his sister and carrying her away without mercy.
Ancestor Si Ming stroked his beard with a chuckle, then strolled away behind the