"Okay, stop complaining. Among all the cultivators I've met, there is no one who lives a more comfortable life than you. I remember you told me about the nine disciples of the Evil Sky Pavilion. Didn't you say the one who was called something Hai suffered a lot of hardships? Then there's the other one who's called Xiao Yu who had to bring you water to wash your feet? Don't be ignorant of your good fortune!" Lu Li said.
"No, no, no, my Ninth Junior Sister lives the most comfortable life. I'll tell you more about it another time," Zhu Honggong said.
'Xiao Yu?' Lu Zhou frowned in confusion. Since he had not been constantly observing his eighth disciple, he did not know what they were talking about.
At this moment, Lu Li rose to his feet and said, "Something must have happened to the emperor. Let's go…"
"It's none of my business if something happens to him."
