Ji Shang casually uttered this sentence.
Xiaosuisui nodded her little head vigorously and said in a sweet, childlike voice, "Yes, yes! Suisui has good fortune on her side, oh!
My maternal grandmother, His Majesty my adoptive father, First Maternal Uncle, Second Maternal Aunt, and Third Maternal Aunt... they all say Suisui has great fortune with her. They say I’m the Great Han’s little Lucky Star, you know!"
At this mont, Xiaosuisui felt incredibly proud, her little face filled with joy! And she looked a little... smug!
"The Great Han’s Little Lucky Star!"
Ji Shang’s gaze rested on Xiaosuisui, but he couldn’t discern anything, which puzzled him.
"Strange, why can’t I see anything?"
Upon hearing Ji Shang’s confusion, Xiaosuisui knew what he ant and started being cocky again.
"HEE HEE! Maternal Grandfather, you are currently within my Dream Realm, so naturally, you can’t see through everything about .
Even if I don’t wear the scar-disguise mask, as long as I don’t wish it, no one who enters here can see through my destiny, you know!"
Seeing his beloved granddaughter speaking so smugly, Ji Shang suddenly felt it was quite amusing and said,
"Alright then! I won’t look. I’ll just assu you truly have good fortune on your side.
Since you already have a flood dragon from the Jiao Transformation Realm as a pet, you don’t need to break the final Dragon-Locking Array of the Array of Heaven.
You just need to complete the Third Level. Then, have your pet flood dragon stay here and set up a new Dragon-Locking Array.
Let your pet create a diversion here, deceiving everyone, and then go break the real Dragon-Locking Array.
This way, you can leave, and there won’t be any problems for Yunzhou Island or the nearby sea regions."
"So that’s how it is."
Xiaosuisui blinked, extrely excited.
Ji Shang saw the look of admiration in Xiaosuisui’s eyes, and for a mont, the quiet thrill in his heart beca irrepressible.
"That’s nothing at all!
You should make good use of this Kaleidoscope to study Arrays. In the future, you can be as formidable as your maternal grandfather."
Ji Shang patted Xiaosuisui’s little head, chuckled lightly, and asked her in a coaxing tone,
"Can you tell your maternal grandfather how your maternal grandmother and your uncles are doing?
How is their health now?
What are their current Cultivation levels?
Are your uncles married yet?
And your mother, who did she marry?
Is she doing well now?
Your father... he doesn’t bully her, does he..."
"Stop!"
Xiaosuisui’s little head felt overwheld from listening; she was dizzy and quickly made her maternal grandfather stop.
"Er... I... Did I ask too much, Suisui, you..."
"Don’t ask anymore, Maternal Grandfather! I... I don’t have ti to explain. Seventh Maternal Uncle... Seventh Maternal Uncle is calling... calling to attempt the Third Level now."
"Ah!"
Ji Shang blinked, and everything before him suddenly vanished. He blinked again and saw the familiar bed canopy, the familiar room, and... i Ji, who always seed to harbor ill intentions towards him.
"Eldest Martial Sister! Why are you here?"
i Ji let out a series of soft chuckles, her face full of schadenfreude, as if enjoying a good show.
"Junior Martial Brother, have you forgotten how you fainted?"
After asking this, she quickly shook her head and said,
"No, that’s not right. You didn’t faint. The physician said you were sleeping—a normal sleep.
Junior Martial Brother, you’ve been very abnormal lately. Tell , why have you been sneezing nonstop these past few days, feeling listless, and even dozing off—not to ntion you just fell completely asleep? Has sothing gone wrong with your Cultivation?"
When i Ji spoke of serious matters, her usual flirtatious deanor naturally vanished, without a trace of her Charm Technique showing.
Ji Shang listened to i Ji’s question and smiled helplessly.
"Eldest Martial Sister, if I told you that this string of problems you just asked about is entirely because my family in another Realm misses too much, and their constant talk about has created so kind of sympathetic resonance, would you believe ?"
i Ji listened, her chest heaving with anger, and then she roared,
"Nonsense!
Ji Shang, stop your glib talk! Do you realize that the battle for the ownership of Wangcheng Mountain is about to begin? This is no ti for you to be slacking off!
If your Cultivation or health falters at this critical mont, our Lingxiao Mountain will undoubtedly be surpassed by Demon Immortal Castle.
Then our resources will undergo a drastic redistribution, and we will continue to decline!"
i Ji said these words through gritted teeth.
The reason so many important figures from various sects gathered in the Conference Hall at Lingxiao Mountain this ti was entirely because of the Wangcheng Mountain battle a year from now!
But who would have thought that the Half First Grade Illusionist of their generation, soone capable of deterring all parties, would actually be dozing off in broad daylight in the Conference Hall!
This was utterly disgraceful.
"Eldest Martial Sister! There’s a reason for this. This kind of situation should..."
Ji Shang rubbed his forehead. He had been about to instinctively say, "it shouldn’t happen again," but then he thought about his precious granddaughter’s so-called "dream space" in her Dream Realm... He suddenly deflated again.
"Should what?
Are you telling this will happen again?
Let tell you, if we fail to secure Wangcheng Mountain this ti, we will truly suffer a precipitous fall!
If that happens, you can sleep for a lifeti for all I care! I won’t bother with you anymore."
i Ji was furious. With a flick of her sleeve, she stord out.
Ji Shang got out of bed. Walking out of the room, his mood was surprisingly good, and he let out a hearty laugh. However, the movent tugged at his injury, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.
Damn it! When that Ah Ling pulled into the Dream Realm, that shaless Song Yuzhong launched an attack on just then. I couldn’t dodge in ti and got injured.
Ji Shang sat cross-legged and began to ditate to heal his injuries, feeling utterly helpless. He called out, "Soone co!"
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