“Alright, stop joking around.” Chen Ping waved his hand. “Let’s go to the twentieth heaven.”

Xuanzhenzi dropped his playful expression, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes: “The twentieth level of heaven? Are we going with just a few people? The main hall of the divine race over there is no pushover.”

“A large number of people doesn’t necessarily make a difference.”

Chen Ping’s voice was calm, “Let’s go and see what’s going on. Besides, the Twentieth Heaven isn’t just home to the God Clan. We can take advantage of the conflicts between other people and the God Clan.”

Xuanzhenzi thought for a moment and nodded: “That makes sense. Let’s go then.”

He turned around and kicked the little Taoist boy’s bottom: “Stop eating! Let’s go!”

The young Taoist quickly stuffed the last bite of the spiritual fruit into his mouth, his cheeks puffed out like a squirrel’s, gave a mumbled reply, and followed along eagerly.