Liu Mang watched Taishang turn himself into a three- or four-year-old child and toddle out of the cave, a huge question mark appearing over his head.
Forget proving the Dao—he was actually pretending to be young!
"Xuan Du, it's not that I, your younger brother, want to criticize you, but shouldn't you keep an eye on Grand Master? Look at how ridiculous he's being! You should persuade him to prove the Dao sooner. Then you'd be a Saint's disciple—how impressive would that sound? Even if not for appearances, then..."
Watching Liu Mang prattle on, Xuan Du rolled his eyes speechlessly. He slowly rose to his feet, tucked his hands into his sleeves before his chest, and leisurely followed Taishang out.
This Second Brother... was he truly stupid, or only pretending? He had clearly come to force Master to prove the Dao, but now that Master had found the path to it, he was acting as though he didn't understand.
Ah, let him do as he pleased, Xuan Du thought.
After Liu Mang finished speaking and turned around, he discovered that he was the only one left in the cave.
"What? What does that mean? Can't any of you give me a little less to worry about?!"
There was no answer, only Liu Mang's own voice echoing through the empty cave.
"Why did you come running back to the Wu Clan? Didn't you go to the Demon Race?"
No one had paid him any attention, so Liu Mang had run from Shouyang Mountain to the Wu Clan for comfort. Yet the moment Hou Tu saw him, she hit him with that line.
Liu Mang looked utterly wounded. So... should I leave?
Seeing his aggrieved expression, Hou Tu burst out laughing.
"It's good that you came. In a few days, you