Master, don't tease me, you can't handle three of them.

It's so stuffy... What's pressing down on me? It's icy cold...

Jing Shu slowly opened his eyes.

"!!!"

What came into Jing Shu's view was a fair chest, and he was being held by a large hand and pressed down by a long, slender leg.

Even the usually calm and collected Jing Shu was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Why! Am! Me! Sleeping! In! A! Man's! Arms!

Jing Shu wanted to use his spiritual power, but where was it?! And why has my body become so small?! What on earth happened?!

Feeling the little one stiffen in her arms, Han Luo woke up. After realizing her sleeping position, she paused for a few seconds, then pulled her legs and arms back. The little one always seemed warm, with a body temperature higher than normal. Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep holding him.

"Awake?" Han Luo asked, bringing Jing Shu back to his senses.

Jing Shu calmed down and asked, "Who are you?" The soft, sweet voice sounded really awkward to Jing Shu himself.

Han Luo sat up, and while putting on her clothes, she said, "Han Luo, why are you at the Divine Mountain?"

Jing Shu remembered, but he was naked. His clothes were wrecked from the lightning strike, so Han Luo had thrown them away. Jing Shu had no choice but to cover his private parts with a blanket.

"Little radish, what are you blocking?" Han Luo whispered.

Jing Shu paused for a moment, then the next second, she wrapped herself in the blanket, leaving only her rosy little face exposed.

"..."

Having only noticed Han Luo, Jing Shu now realized something was amiss. Why was this room so ancient, and Han Luo dressed in ancient attire? Combined with the spiritual energy from before, could it be…

"I only know that my name is Jing Shu, and I can't remember anything else," Jing Shu said, looking troubled and aggrieved.

Is this... amnesia?

Jing Shu stretched out a small hand from under the covers and clutched the hem of Han Luo's clothes, his eyes filled with tears, as if he was afraid that Han Luo would abandon him.

"Have I been abandoned by my parents? Don't you want me either?" Jing Shu asked softly.

Han Luo didn't speak. Just as Jing Shu was about to lose his composure, a slender hand pressed down on Jing Shu's head, ruffling his already messy hair into a bird's nest. The unexpected action left Jing Shu completely stunned.

"Would you be willing to become my personal disciple?" The child's hair was soft, and Han Luo couldn't help but rub it a few more times.

"A personal disciple?" Jing Shu snapped out of his daze, tilting his small face up with a smile. "Thank you, Han Luo, I'm willing!"

Han Luo slapped Jing Shu across the face, "Call me Master."

"..."

"Yes, Master!" Jing Shu said through gritted teeth.

Jing Shu was certain that this wasn't the modern world, but it didn't matter; he had no attachment to that world anyway. As for the person in front of him… well, in this unfamiliar place, following him was the best option.

Then, Jing Shu learned that they were in an inn. Han Luo asked the waiter to bring food and gave him a high-grade spirit stone to buy Jing Shu some clothes.

The waiter accepted it with a grin; these were top-grade spirit stones! Even buying ten sets of decent clothes wouldn't amount to a tenth of that. This customer was incredibly generous!

The waiter, having received a tip, was quite capable. He bought Jing Shu children's clothes in the same color scheme as Han Luo's. Jing Shu was already quite good-looking, and the new clothes made him even cuter.

After resting, the master and apprentice left.

Although Jing Shu knew this was no longer the original world, this scene still shocked him.

Jing Shu stroked the ice-blue feathers beneath him, looked up and asked, "Master, what is this?"

Hanlu cast a small spell to protect Jingshu from the fierce winds high in the sky.

"Ice Phoenix, call Qingxu."

Upon hearing this, Qingxu cried out in response.

"Master, what is the Divine Mountain? And where are we going?" Jing Shu pondered for a moment before asking.

"The sacred mountain is said to be the site of a battle between two gods in ancient times, but it is barren and constantly swept by fierce winds. Even those who enter during the Nascent Soul stage cannot leave easily." Han Luo said, glancing at Jing Shu.

Jing Shu didn't show it on his face, but he was also very puzzled. This had absolutely no connection to the scene he had witnessed when he first arrived. What was going on?

Han Luo interrupted Jing Shu's thoughts, "As for now, I need to go see my friend."

Qingxu moved extremely fast, and a quarter of an hour later, he stopped on a high mountain shrouded in mist.

Han Luo scooped Jing Shu up with one hand and jumped down. "Don't open your eyes, this is an illusion array."

Jing Shu closed his eyes as instructed, and when he opened them again, they were in front of a charming little house. Han Luo put Jing Shu down and led him over.

A woman in green pushed open the door, looked at Han Luo and said coquettishly, "You're finally here. Why were you so slow?"

The woman noticed Jing Shu, her eyes lighting up. "What an adorable little guy! Where did you come from? Let me hold you!"

Jing Shu silently hid behind Han Luo, thus avoiding the strange aunt's hand.

"My apprentice, Jing Shu. Take your hand away." Han Luo's eyes showed disgust. "Speak, what do you want with me?"

Just as Gu Yue was about to speak, a sobbing sound came from inside the room.

Gu Yue hurriedly went inside, and Han Luo paused slightly.

"Master?" Jing Shu, who was holding his hand, noticed Han Luo's unusual behavior. Before he could say anything, his master led him into the house.

The master and apprentice entered the house and saw Gu Yue holding a baby girl and gently coaxing her.

"Where did it come from?" Han Luo asked seriously.

"I gave birth to her, otherwise where else could she have come from?" Gu Yue rolled her eyes.

Where is her father?

"I don't know," Gu Yue said casually, sounding annoyed. "I don't even know his name."

"..."