When Zhu Yan stepped into Upper Bing Palace, he saw Li Ye sitting with a gloomy face, and to the left of the throne was a collection of gaudy furnishings.

Golden vases, fragrant wooden dressing tables, embroidered screens—all objects that absolutely should not appear here, yet the Supreme God sat above without waving his hand to destroy them.

“What is this?” he asked in astonishment as he walked forward, bowing low beside Li Ye, his eyes filled with confusion.

Li Ye turned his head, cleared his throat, and instead of answering, asked: “Did you find out?”

“Yes.” Collecting his thoughts, Zhu Yan clasped his hands and bowed. “The Mirror of Illusions sank into the Western Sea ten thousand years ago, becoming part of a dragon princess’s dowry. It was taken to Lower Xin Palace and hasn’t resurfaced for ten millennia.”

Lower Xin Palace.

Squeezing the stone in his hand, Li Ye slowly stood up straight, supporting himself on the armrest.

Seeing the light in his eyes, Zhu Yan’s brow furrowed, and he quickly stepped in front of him with hands clasped: “Supreme God, the Kan Clan’s immortal sect is already in complete chaos. Several ill-tempered Supreme Gods have already gone to the Middle Heaven Gate. You shouldn’t visit another immortal sect right now.”

He emphasized the word “visit,” and heaved a long sigh.

…

…

When leaving, he had clearly said he was just going for a visit, but in just a few days, half of Upper Ren Palace had been destroyed, a whole street burned down, and such blatant use of fire-system immortal techniques made it impossible for him to cover up.

A small place like Lower Xin Palace obviously could not withstand this Supreme God’s “visit.”

“Please wait a while longer,” Zhu Yan persuaded earnestly. “Heal your wounds first, and wait for this situation to blow over before seeking it.”

Li Ye was displeased. His hazy eyes looked toward Zhu Yan, carrying an intimidating pressure: “That’s not what you said before.”

“Yes… At that time, this humble immortal didn’t know such a big incident would occur.” Cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, Zhu Yan wiped it with his sleeve. “I beg the Supreme God to be patient.”

“…”

After staring at him for a moment, Li Ye lowered his gaze, concealing the killing intent in his eyes.

He hated being toyed with, but Zhu Yan had been with him for fifty thousand years. Everyone else might deceive him, but Zhu Yan wouldn’t.

Barely suppressing his anger, he uncomfortably rubbed his temple.

Suddenly, a muffled “boom” came from behind the screen.

Zhu Yan was startled, turning his head to glance over, feeling anxious.

As his cultivation progressed, Supreme God Li Ye’s emotions had become increasingly unstable. Sometimes he would fly into a rage over a small matter, or violently harm someone because of a noisy disturbance. To stabilize his divine thoughts, Upper Bing Palace was kept empty, and making sounds when he was angry was especially taboo.

Yet this little immortal was rushing headlong into danger.

Zhu Yan nervously glanced at Li Ye.

The person standing before him seemed to stiffen for an instant, but soon he descended the steps and walked toward the elaborate, gorgeous screen.

“Supreme God…” Zhu Yan tried to advise, but he walked too quickly, and his outstretched hand failed to hold him back.

It’s over, Zhu Yan closed his eyes in regret.

“I just couldn’t form the Fire Summoning Technique properly. Do you need to be so angry?” A clear voice sounded from behind the screen.

Li Ye swept his sleeves as he stood, laughing from extreme anger: “Is this how I taught you to form the Fire Summoning Technique?”

“Yes!” Er’er answered rightfully, immediately sticking out her chest and forming a gesture.

With a soft puff, a small flame sprouted from her hand.

Looking at the boss’s gloomy expression, Er’er gave a dry laugh and quickly shaped the flame into a kitten, showing it off as she held it up before his eyes.

“I can also do this, impressive, right?”

Li Ye sneered, half-closing his eyelids and giving her a cold look as he formed a gesture with one hand.

With a thunderous boom, an enormous flame erupted, the divine fire pure and scorching, transforming into a majestic leopard that stood behind him with roaring heat, baring its teeth at her.

“What did you say just now?” he asked leisurely. “Your voice was too low, I didn’t hear clearly.”

Er’er: “…”

Weakly extinguishing the flame in her hand, she withdrew it and applauded enthusiastically: “Master is amazing!”

Li Ye wanted nothing more than to crumple her into a ball and throw her out.

“How long has it been, and you’ve only learned this much?”

“It’s… It’s pretty good, isn’t it?” she muttered. “I couldn’t even produce fire before.”

Look at this lack of ambition. Li Ye made no effort to hide his disdain. Being his disciple wasn’t so easy; if she was content with this level of immortal power, she might as well leave early.

He didn’t say these words aloud, but they were written on his face. Er’er wasn’t stupid; she immediately understood his meaning.

She smiled, eyebrows drooping with a hint of grievance: “I’ve tried my best, you know.”

“Still so weak after trying your best?”

His tone was truly fierce, shaking the ground: “In matters of life and death, who cares if you’ve tried your best!”

With hands behind her back, Er’er responded softly: “Then I’ll practice more.”

“Good,” Li Ye nodded. “I’ll give you one more hour.”

One hour? Er’er’s face fell.

Because of Kan Ze’s presence, she had already found practicing fire-system immortal techniques extremely painful. Add to that her low aptitude, and how much could she improve in just one hour?

“What if… I can’t master it?” she tentatively asked.

Li Ye expressionlessly pointed toward the main door.

Staring in shock, Er’er took a deep breath, feeling truly wronged but not daring to argue. She pouted and held it in, her eyes gradually reddening.

She hadn’t been lazy. She’d been practicing since they returned. She hadn’t even dared to wrap herself in the soft step-bed he had conjured for a nap. Every time she formed a gesture, her heart and lungs hurt, even more difficult than when she was cultivating at Taihe Xianshi’s sect. Under these circumstances, giving her just one hour was setting her up to be dismissed.

He had been protecting her before, but when it came to cultivation matters, why did this person become so fierce?

Sniffling, Er’er turned around dejectedly and continued to form the hand gestures.

Li Ye felt somewhat stiff.

He felt that everything he said was for her good, fulfilling his duty as a teacher, but for some reason, this small creature seemed to have suffered a tremendous blow, her entire being dimming.

Red-rimmed eyes, reddened nose tip, like a pitiful creature thrown into snow during a harsh winter.

Feeling uncomfortable inside, he reached out and turned her around by the shoulders.

Making an effort to calm his anger, he lowered his head and asked in what he considered his gentlest tone ever: “Not convinced?”

Er’er was startled, shaking her head quickly, her eyes filled with fear.

She was just feeling a little wronged, having been pampered all her life, inevitably carrying some spoiled tendencies. She truly wasn’t trying to challenge the boss, so why was he suddenly threatening her with gritted teeth and an eerie expression?

That meaningful gaze, those actions filled with killing intent, scared her into hiccupping. She stopped saying anything, jumped back onto the couch, and continued to meditate and form gestures.

Li Ye:?

Why was she afraid when he was fierce, and also afraid when he wasn’t?

He walked out from behind the screen, puzzled, and very sincerely asked Zhu Yan: “Are all low-level immortals so unpredictable in their moods?”

Zhu Yan looked at him with a complex expression.

The Supreme God, who had been furious just moments ago, was now calmly pondering a meaningless question with gentle energy.

Who was truly more unpredictable?