"Elder Chen, Brother Chen, we're old acquaintances! Please, let me cut in line—this is about my happiness!" Lin Jiu wailed, clinging to Chen Jiuge's thigh.
Chen Jiuge said, a headache forming, "Senior Brother Lin Jiu, could you please stop for a moment? You're a Mahayana cultivator; can't you maintain some dignity?"
Lin Jiu held onto Chen Jiuge's thigh tightly, shaking his head repeatedly. "Junior Brother, I'm calling you Junior Brother this once—we've known each other for over a thousand years! Even if we haven't met often, we can still be considered friends, right?"
Chen Jiuge nodded. "I suppose so."
"Just help me this one time! Lili wants those little red tigers! If she doesn't get them, she'll leave me!" Lin Jiu said with dramatic exaggeration.
Chen Jiuge was speechless. Doesn't his Lili just want two red little tigers to appear at their Daoist couple ceremony? She already told me.
