In the courtyard of Wuzhuang Temple, Immortal Zhenyuan was sipping ginseng fruit tea with a sorrowful expression on his face.
"Master has been crying for two days straight, but now he's finally getting better."
Spider Demons whispered behind the trees, "The departure of the Heavenly Emperor hit him really hard."
"His eyes are still red."
They peered out from behind the trees now and then, stealing glances at Immortal Zhenyuan.
Immortal Zhenyuan slammed his teacup on the stone table, "What are you whispering about?"
"Nothing, nothing!"
The Spider Demons quickly jumped out and waved their hands.
"We were just saying… Oh right, we haven't had enough fun in the Underworld, why did we return so soon?"
"Yeah, the resurrection was too quick."
The Spider Demons gathered around Immortal Zhenyuan, chattering incessantly.
Immortal Zhenyuan knew they were lying, but he just snorted coldly and let it go, "With so much merit left by my dear brother, of course resurrection was quick."