Bai Xiaochun looked suspiciously at Sima Yunhua. As for Gu Tianjun, whether it was intentional or not, he was the type of person who always went around looking like his Daoist partner had just been killed, making it impossible to tell what he was really thinking.
"Maybe Gu Tianjun's Daoist partner really was killed recently," Bai Xiaochun thought. "But if not, what's the deal with that facial expression? Doesn't his face get tired?" He cleared his throat. On any other occasion, he would have come up with some way of parting ways with Sima Yunhua.
But he was feeling particularly confident right now. Perhaps things might be different beyond the twentieth level, but up to that level, he wasn't worried about anything unexpected happening.
To make sure that neither of the other celestials suspected him in any way, he pretended to think about the matter a bit more before finally nodding.
