"We pray to all the ancestral masters, hoping that one day the Celestial Master Robe will return to Dragon Tiger Mountain soon," Lei Jun said calmly. He easily veered the conversation away from Celestial Master Tang, deflecting any seriousness.
Sure enough, upon mentioning this matter, Tang Xiaotang puffed up her cheeks. "Master and the others have prepared a replica of the Nine-Colored Pectoral, but how can a replica compare to the real Celestial Master Robe? Hmph, once I'm done with the pressing matters at hand, I'm definitely going to..." She stopped mid-sentence, suddenly flustered. Lei Jun quietly stood aside, eyes on his nose, nose on his heart.
"Who said Celestial Masters can no longer wander away from the mountain to roam the clouds?" Tang Xiaotang muttered, her voice growing softer and her momentum visibly weakening.
