Old Li froze for a long moment when he heard those words leave Chen Xiang's mouth, then rolled his eyes.
Of course he did not believe him.
Loose Immortals who blew their own trumpets were a dime a dozen in the Heavenly Court.
If the boy had claimed his elder was an Immortal Official with real authority in some department, Old Li might have believed him.
The Great Heavenly Venerable?
He was the Ruler of the Three Realms!
Even a relative eighteen branches removed from the Great Heavenly Venerable would never have been shoved into the Heavenly Soldier Camp.
Old Li simply assumed this little lump of charcoal was tight-lipped and unwilling to reveal his background.
He could not be bothered to keep asking, either. He shut his mouth and settled in to watch the show.
And what a show it was.
After stopping the Rain Department's flying boat, Chen Xiang had tasted success. He had figured it out: as long as he had a spear in hand, stood outside the white line, and invoked the word "rules," every immortal in the Heavenly Court had to obediently listen, no matter what official robes they wore.
Before long, another flying boat came rushing over, flying the Fire Department's banner.
The Fire Department's Immortal Officials had always been more hot-tempered than those of the Rain Department. Wisps of crimson true fire, not yet fully restrained, still rose from the boat's bow.
Chen Xiang did not hesitate. Spear in hand, he charged forward and planted himself in the middle of the main thoroughfare.
"Back up! Get in line!"
It was the same line as before, without even a change in tone.
The Fire Department's Immortal Official glared and was about to unleash a torrent of abuse when Chen Xiang deftly pointed behind him