The Chen Residence, Heavenly Court.
The two jade lions guarding the entrance had been polished spotless.
Any passing Immortal Official who so much as glanced twice at the gates would be stopped by the Heavenly Soldiers on guard and have the Jade Tablet bearing their entry in the Immortal Register thoroughly checked.
Even the Celestial Maidens going out to buy Immortal Fruit and spirit dew had to give three matching passwords.
The rules were strict, the defenses watertight.
But today, a tiny figure poked his head out of the side gate and slipped outside.
The Heavenly Soldiers standing guard exchanged a look, then tacitly turned their eyes toward the clouds on the horizon.
Were you kidding?
They might stop anyone else, but they would never dare stop this Little Ancestor.
Who was he?
Chen Xiang, courtesy name Ping'an.
To put it modestly, he was Wude True Lord's only son and the Holy Manifestation True Lord's own nephew, and the master who taught him to swing a staff was Spirit Mountain's Victorious Fighting Buddha.
To put it grandly, the Great Heavenly Venerable above the Thirty-Three Heavens was his own Maternal Great-Uncle.
Wasn't this Heavenly Court, frankly speaking, his Maternal Great-Uncle's property?
Did he really need to announce where he wanted to go?
The Heavenly Soldier on the left was quick-witted. Years of serving in the Heavenly Court had honed his ability to read expressions and moods. Not only did he refrain from stopping the boy, he bent at the waist and sidled over, fawning as he tried to strike up a connection.
"Little Star Lord, are you heading out for some fresh air? Is it far? Would you like me to bring you a cloud and serve as your advance scout? I'm not much good at anything else, but running errands,