Good Friends Forever!

The wind blew beside his ears, and spiritual energy surrounded him. There seemed to be a soft cushion under him, as if he was lying in the clouds.

Ling Zhuzi's eyelids twitched. The seal around his essence soul slowly dissipated… and he lay on the clouds.

Beside him, an old Daoist priest was sitting quietly. He had a kind face, white eyebrows, and white hair. He was naturally familiar with the appearance of the old immortal.

"Uncle-Master…"

Ling Zhuzi shouted softly. His immortal power flowed and his fatigue disappeared. At that moment, he slowly sat up.

They seemed to be on the cloud path back to the Heavenly Courts from the Qianyuan Mountain.

It was the same as when he was brought to the Heavenly Courts by his Uncle-Master.

"How's your mental state?"

Li Changshou asked warmly.