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"Master? What's wrong?"
Li Ping'an turned his head to look toward the narrow cabin, where Qing Su, Zi Yao, and Guilingling, three immortals, were either sitting cross-legged, kneeling, or lying down, each creating a unique scene.
Qing Su's voice was much gentler as he softly asked, "I see you've been meditating all the time, are you troubled by something?"
"No troubles at all."
"If you have troubles, you need to voice them, don't keep them suppressed inside."
Qing Su said with concern:
"This great battle is not initiated by you, you have already done a lot to assist the Human Race and all living beings.
"Even though you are the Heavenly Emperor, don't put too much pressure on yourself."
Li Ping'an was puzzled, "Why do both you and father seem to think I'm under a lot of pressure?"
