Ouyang rode the Paper Crane back to the Flower Boat. As soon as he landed, he saw Leng Qingsong standing on the deck, staring blankly at the palace that had appeared in the sky.
Unfortunately, Leng Qingsong had already changed out of that white gauze dress. Otherwise, it would have made a picture of a cross-dressing beauty gazing at the moon in peaceful tranquility.
Ouyang was a little disappointed. Embarrassing dirt on his little brother sold extremely well in the Azure Cloud Sect!
As Ouyang jumped off the Paper Crane, Leng Qingsong looked at him and asked quietly, "Brother, I want to give Master a beating."
"Good. When he comes back, I'll throw a sack over his head, and you do the beating!" Ouyang nodded as he spoke.
That old bastard had quietly laid a trap for the two of them that had lasted over a decade. Although he had done it for Leng Qingsong's sake, a beating would hardly be unjust. How dare he scheme against Ouyang!
Looking at the corner of the palace in the sky, Leng Qingsong said somewhat dazedly, "There seems to be something in that palace calling to me."
Ouyang narrowed his eyes at the towering palace in the sky. Although only one corner was visible, he could still sense its grandeur and solemnity.
But looking at the palace's design, with that high, rounded dome, it looked like a burial mound no matter how he looked at it. Had his little brother summoned some Immortal's tomb from the Elder Ancient Era?
Ouyang turned to Leng Qingsong and said, "This is the old man's gift to you. Whatever's inside must be a tremendous help to your Dao. Once we get back to the sect, we'll see what the old Sect Master says."
Ouyang still chose to