The Nine-Headed Lion had actually been rather annoyed just now, but now he was not.
Because once the divine light faded, he got a clear look at the immortal woman holding the Treasure Lotus Lamp.
The Third Holy Mother, Yang Chan.
Having followed Great Emperor Qinghua for many years, the Nine-Headed Lion knew the Heavenly Court's rules inside out.
A local Mountain God's official rank did not amount to so much as a sesame seed or a mung bean. As the mount of Great Emperor Qinghua of the Eastern Pole, one of the Six Imperial Sovereigns, the Nine-Headed Lion had no proper, specific rank recorded in the Immortal Register. But as the saying went, even a prime minister's doorkeeper ranked as a seventh-grade official; the higher his master's rank, the greater his own standing.
Even ordinary immortals had to address him politely as "Senior."
But when it came to certain immortals, the rules had to bend.
Like the woman before him.
Add "Western Peak, Mount Hua" before "Mountain God," and the title carried a different weight. Add her dual identities as the Great Heavenly Venerable's own niece and the Holy Manifestation True Lord's own younger sister on top of that...
And that capped it all.
Never mind the Nine-Headed Lion not daring to get rough-even if his master, Great Emperor Qinghua, were here, he would have to offer her a seat.
The old lion had lived for countless years. He could even remember Yang Chan running wild through the celestial palaces as a child. Back then, the girl had ridden on one of his lion heads and tugged his mane.
He could not afford to cross her.
Absolutely could not.
The Nine-Headed Lion shifted his gaze away from Yang Chan and glanced at Chen Wei beside her, who had put