"Who's cursing me?"
Taishang rubbed his nose and muttered,
"How did I get cursed too...?"
Nearby, Lu Jianxue, who had been cultivating peacefully, looked up curiously and asked,
"Grandpa Li, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Taishang smiled faintly, rubbed his nose again, and instructed, "Just focus on your cultivation. I'm stepping out for a bit."
The moment he said this, the expressions of Lu Jianxue, who was sitting cross-legged on a cattail cushion, and Golden Horned and Silver Horned, who were fanning the Eight Trigrams Furnace, changed drastically.
Lu Jianxue gasped, her pupils constricting.
"You're going out again??"
She recoiled, looking like she was about to cry.
"Grandpa Li, can we... not use the Douluo Palace this time?"
Taishang's expression faltered, a hint of displeasure on his face.
"Does me going out always have to mean I'm going to beat someone up?"
Lu Jianxue asked worriedly,
"So... this time you're going out to...?"
"Ahem."
Taishang grinned.
