"Sir, congratulations on your immortality. It's only a long way to go. Don't forget your little sister when you're in the ascendant!" In a pavilion garden in the seventy-second palace, three or five groups of teachers, sisters and younger brothers were complimenting a white-faced pupil.

"Rest assured, Xiao Ying, I will love you well then!" The little white-faced boy playfully pinched the woman's chin.

"Sir, you are blessed by misfortune!" The face of a boy next to the woman was somewhat unnatural.

"Well, that abominable Chen Jiu, relying on his little talent, is just acting wilfully. If he had not been followed by the god beast of the great palace...