Since he had no choice, he might as well step forward. Mu Bai chuckled and cupped his fists to either side, not a trace of his earlier arrogance remaining. After all, no one ever complained of living too long.
"Sacred Lord Dao Hong, please..."
"Please!"
The two stepped into the chariot side by side. Inside, a palace floated on the back of an enormous black tortoise. The tortoise lowered its head, and they stepped onto it. As it drew its head back, the two entered the palace.
A banquet had already been laid out inside, and dozens of breathtaking women danced gracefully, a dazzling sight.
Who would have thought this old fellow still had such good teeth? Impressive...
Seeing these dozens of dancers, who looked only fifteen or sixteen, each more peerlessly beautiful than the last, Mu Bai could not help muttering inwardly that Li Dao Hong actually had a taste for tender young grass. But when he suddenly caught sight of the woman in green leading the dance, towering waves surged through his heart.
"Ling'er?"
Like a lotus newly blooming in May, she stood slender and graceful. Was that confident yet slightly bashful smile not exactly how Ling'er had looked after having her Soul Spirit inscribed all those years ago?
After he entrusted Ling'er to Mi Yan, the two had been separated by the ends of the earth.
"Worthy nephew Mu Bai, please take a seat?"
"At your bidding, Sacred Lord, this junior won't stand on ceremony."
Gathering his robes, Mu Bai sat down and drank with Li Dao Hong, exchanging pleasantries, yet his thoughts kept returning to the woman in green leading the dance.
"You may all withdraw." Li Dao Hong smilingly dismissed the dancers. "Xue'er, you stay."
The woman in green stuck out her pink tongue and