Little Bad King woke from Yunlu's Divine Soul memories, silently praying that the second audience member's thinking would be a little closer to his own. Standing on the grass, he forcibly suppressed his panic and slowly raised his head, intending to give the second audience member an encouraging look and begin the second question in a friendly atmosphere.
Little did he know, the second audience member needed no encouragement at all. His face was already full of determination and confidence.
Fuck, this guy's bearing and expression have seventy or eighty percent of Yang Youtian's flair. Isn't this going to be a fucking disaster...? Little Bad King's psychological defenses nearly collapsed. Clinging to a sliver of hope, he began acting out the second question.
The second audience member was named Ying Bocai. His True Self Body was a Spell-focused Cultivator in the Fifth-Grade Realm. In terms of seniority within the sect, he was far older than Yang Youtian, having joined at almost the same time as Liu Suihan.
However, Yang Youtian was a direct disciple deeply cherished by the Central Heaven Sect's Dao Chief and held an exceptional position within the sect. Senior Brother Ying was no fool, either. He usually fussed over Yang Youtian and looked after him in every possible way... it would not even be an exaggeration to say that he obeyed his every command.
Never assume that cultivators, those "immortals" of the Nine Heavens, were all detached souls who ignored worldly affairs and blended humbly into the world. When Brother Monkey lost his temper, he would take his staff to the celestial court, and even the Jade Emperor worried over his younger sister, the Third Holy Mother... even immortals could not escape the ways of the world.
On the contrary, many Ancient Clans, Ancient Sects, and cultivation