Chen Xiaochan retreated into the cloth sack, fuming.
In all her years, this was the first time the little girl had met an immortal who dared let the Heavenly Laws go in one ear and out the other.
Not only had he refused to intervene, he had fled faster than a rabbit.
Bluestone Daoist could not help chuckling at the furious little girl. He stepped forward and tapped the edge of the sack.
"Little girl, stop wasting your strength."
Qingshi spoke leisurely, like a schoolmaster lecturing a younger pupil. "All the immortals under heaven, no matter what color their official robes, are the same breed at heart. Their brains never outweigh their fists."
"The earth god ignored you not because he didn't hear, but because he thinks this old Taoist's fist is bigger than your father's up in heaven."
"Understand?"
"That Court Head father of yours spends every day in the Heavenly Court scheming against this one and that one. I imagine he only taught you how to use your head, not your hands?"
Chen Xiaochan was quick-witted and immediately climbed the pole he offered. "You know my father? If you know he's Wude True Lord, how dare you kidnap us?"
Bluestone Daoist did not take the bait.
His expression betrayed nothing. He merely shook his head.
Then he turned his wrist, and a glittering golden Immortal-Binding Rope appeared out of thin air. "Your father is Wude True Lord, with hands and eyes that reach the heavens. How could a little country Taoist like me know such an important person?"
Playing dumb, Bluestone Daoist wound the Immortal-Binding Rope around the mouth of the sack, tightening it loop by loop and pressing Chen Xiaochan's half-emerged head back inside.
He did not leave even a crack.
"Off we go!" Beside him, Taoist