Flashback ends
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"Ah... so that's what happened." Lord Feng chuckled.
"Would you not be furious if your hair suffered the same fate?" He ran a hand through his middle length red hair.
Yes. Long Xiao's creation had worked, growing Lord Feng's hair gradually and much stronger than before.
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The Four Holy Gods still stay seated at Ling Mountain, Long Xiao's empty across them. The silence was heavy until Lord Bai suddenly lifted a jade orb from his sleeve, its surface glowing faintly with misty light.
"That thing… You never said you still had it." Lord Han frowned.
Lord Bai smirked, placing the glowing ball in the centre.
"With this, we'll be able to see and track his whereabouts." Lord Bai said.
Seemingly reaching a shared conclusion, they all stayed silent as they watched the orb intently. The orb trembled, the mist inside began swirling until it cleared into a moving scene:
Long Xiao, seated on the cloud fragment, hovering in the sky. He sat cross-legged, arms folded, eyes half-lidded in contemplation, flowing hair and glowing halo. Behind him, Lei followed at a respectful distance, wings tucked and clearly annoyed.
"Where do you think he's going now?" Lord Feng asked, his eyes never leaving the orb.
"The Mortal Realm." Lord Zhao suggested.
"I know, but which realm exactly?" Lord asked.
"We know that there are Twelve Realms." Lord Han pointed out.
"All I know is that Long Xiao is likely to go to the most chaotic realm." Lord Bai teased, eyes darting at the others before returning to the orb.
"Brother Bai, are you trying to say that A-Xiao is exhibitionistic?" Lord Han tilted his head in confusion.
"Of course not, Brother Han!" Lord Bai raised his hands in mock surrender.
"I meant that Long Xiao just likes to help beings in need...
so where better than to start in the realm with a high probability of beings in need?" Lord Bai chuckled after making himself clear.
"I believe that A-Xiao will definitely throw a dice." Lord Zhao said, eyes fixed on the orb.
The orb dimmed slightly, leaving them staring in silence.