With a whistle, Mu Bai swaggered onto Third Holy Son Peak, where ten thousand people cried out in unison, "Long live the Third Holy Son!"
He had thought the Sacred Lord would summon him soon, but more than ten days had passed since he arrived at the Qianyuan Sacred Land and moved into the Third Holy Son Palace. Not even a bird had flown in. Instead, it was Qian Fengming who finally arrived.
"Greetings, Uncle. Your nephew pays his respects. Whatever instructions you have, Jingnian will gladly dash his brains upon the ground and die ten thousand deaths without hesitation..."
Looking utterly harmless, Mu Bai bowed respectfully to Qian Fengming, thumping his chest to declare his resolve and courage.
Qian Fengming had returned from outside and heard that his son had been bullied. How could he not be furious? He had immediately stormed over. But as the saying went, you did not strike a smiling face. With Mu Bai looking so respectful and obedient, how could Qian Fengming find an opening to act?
"Er, I have no particular instructions. I heard my elder brother recently took in a third son, so I came to have a look as your uncle."
"Uncle, your nephew came from the Eastern Ridge, with neither backing nor any particular talents. Here in the Sacred Land, I have no kin wherever I turn. It truly is pitiful. I had been eagerly hoping for the Sacred Lord's summons, but even after gazing across the autumn waters until my eyes wore out, I saw no sign of his grace. At least you took pity on me, Uncle. Jingnian is moved to tears with gratitude. I have truly felt the care and warmth of family..."
As Mu Bai spoke of his sorrowful experiences and feelings, his eyes could not