And right above this sky, among the white clouds, an old man in white was sitting cross-legged on a flying disc, holding a whisk in his hand. He was flying with his eyes closed, as if he was meditating or resting.
However, his outward-projected spiritual consciousness heard the voices of many people below, and faintly heard, among the chaotic sounds, there seemed to be a child's cry for help and the roar of a tiger.
Hearing the sound, he slowly opened his eyes, counted lightly with one hand, and looked down.
Through the clouds, I saw a little kid about three years old clinging to the branch of a big tree in the woods below, crying for help. Under the tree, a little boy about seven or eight years old was covered in blood. He was avoiding the tiger's attack and trying to stab the tiger with the dagger in his hand.
However, the little boy was small and weak, and could not kill the tiger at all. Seeing the child being hit by the tiger, his small body flew several meters away, twitching and fainting. When he was about to bite the fainted boy, the kid on the tree stopped crying, took off his boots and smashed at the tiger, which unexpectedly attracted the tiger's attention.
"roar!"
The tiger growled, rushed forward, and slammed into the tree with all its strength. In an instant, the little kid who was holding onto the branch screamed and fell headfirst.
"ah!"
Xiao Fengye covered his eyes with his hands in fear and started to cry. He was afraid of being eaten by the tiger and dying with only bones left on his body. Perhaps the tiger would eat his bones too, and then there would be no bones left.
However, in his panic and fear, he closed his eyes and did not feel the pain of hitting the ground, nor the pain of being bitten by the tiger's big mouth and sharp teeth. Instead, he heard the scream of the beast.
"It's all right."
The old and kind voice came into Xiao Fengye's ears, which startled him. The little hand that was covering his eyes slowly moved away, and through the gap between his little fingers, he saw an old man in white clothes, white hair and white eyebrows in front of him.
"Grandpa God! You must be Grandpa God!"
The little fellow took his hands away in surprise, only to find that his whole body was suspended in mid-air, and slowly fell to the ground under the flick of the whisk in the hand of the immortal grandfather.
Hearing Xiao Fengye's words, the old man stroked his beard with one hand and laughed, seeming to be very happy. He flew down from mid-air, and after landing on the ground, he stood up and walked to Zhao Yang's side to check his injuries.
"Grandpa God, how is Yangyang? Will Yangyang die?" Xiao Fengye asked worriedly.
The old man stroked his beard and shook his head with a smile: "He will not die. This is the calamity that you deserve in your fate. This is also your destiny."
He took out a pill and stuffed it into Zhao Yang's mouth. When he was checking his breath, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes: "This physique is indeed a rare cultivation genius in a century."
Xiao Fengye tilted his head and looked at him, not understanding what he was saying. He saw the kind-faced immortal grandfather touching his head, and then putting one hand on top of his head. He didn't know what he did, but he heard his voice coming with emotion.
"It seems that it is undoubtedly you two."
The old man cast a loving gaze upon the two of them and said with a smile, "Follow me!" As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his whisk, and Zhao Yang, who was lying on the ground, was moved onto the flying disc.