Far away.
A man who was inscribing characters paused his brush slightly. Light glimmered through his eyes as he casually swept a glance over the Dao platform in that direction. "Senior Apprentice-Sister, there's no need to be so pessimistic."
"Little Junior Brother!" That Junior Sister shot the man an irritated look.
Ten Thousand Year Old Turtle—the biggest old rogue in the Immortal Dao lineage. Writing and painting, romance beneath moon and flowers, listening to music in pleasure houses—there was not a single thing this old rogue hadn't done. Back then, he had nearly angered their master into Qi Deviation.
Especially during the Three Thousand Immortal Territories' Heavenly Pride Battle, when all under heaven was watching. This old rogue could slaughter his opponents until they wailed to heaven and earth, losing all composure and leaving those Peerless Heavenly Prides utterly at a loss. They had thought some minor Immortal Realm cultivator had fallen through some spatial rift and mistakenly entered the battlefield.
Upon hearing this, Lang Feng's expression flashed with helplessness.
It was not as though she had never imagined her Little Junior Brother was concealing his abilities, a great hermit hidden in the marketplace, pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger, then revealing a stunning move under the gaze of all. She, too, had once held such hopes in her heart.
But she had simply overthought it all.
Little Junior Brother was absolutely not the sort to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. He pretended to be a pig and ate feed. He was mud that could not be plastered onto a wall. If the Immortal Realm's overall environment had not been so favorable, and the immortal Dao he inherited had not been so good, he would long ago have sat in meditation to death