Li Changxi's mental illness was nearly cured by shock.
"Junior brother, is this Xuandu?"
"To be precise, it's Xuandu before becoming a disciple."
At this point, Ji Changsheng spoke in a somewhat admiring tone: "He carries my style."
Li Changxi: "... Junior Brother, don't flatter yourself. You didn't create such an uproar before becoming a disciple."
Ji Changsheng shrugged off: "Senior sister, I haven't even become a disciple yet. Wait, I'm about to accomplish something great, to impress the Old Lord."
Upon finishing, Ji Changsheng saluted towards the Heavenly Lord.
Li Changxi used to consider him the Great Emperor Changsheng of the South Pole, so she accepted disciples in his place.
But now, Ji Changsheng doesn't have a real master.
Heavenly King Yuan Shi is his father.
Empress Nuwa is his godmother.
After giving it some thought, Ji Changsheng realized that the only ones qualified to be his master might be the creators of the Primordial World.
