บท 412: The Western Sect's Scheme

A white cloud flew out of the golden array formation and slowly rose into the starry sky.

On the cloud, Li Changshou lowered his head and looked at his disciple-nephew, who was sitting cross-legged beside him. He looked at the pitiful expression on his face. He was trying his best to endure, but his eyes were still red. He also looked at his trembling shoulders and the swaying Dao Headband…

Li Changshou suddenly felt guilty as if he had done something wrong.

It was a mysterious spiritual pearl.

"Disciple-Nephew," Li Changshou called warmly.

Ling Zhuzi looked up weakly. There was a hint of helplessness in its eyes. "Aunt-Master Changgeng, I'm fine."

Li Changshou's Dao heart almost melted on the spot. He hurriedly said, "Don't worry. I'll bring you to the Heavenly Courts. The living beings there are very interesting and gentle. Why don't we make a bet?"