"Captain, you're a badass! You're trending!"
Yangcheng, Taoist Research Institute, security booth.
A young security guard held up his phone, teasing the security captain. "At the foot of East Mountain, in the parking lot, lives Emperor Bao'an, a Red Dust Immortal who defied death for nine lives, all just to wait for Emperor Ye to come back and pay his parking fee!"
"Scram, scram, scram!" Emperor Bao'an—no, the security captain—waved the young guard away.
But the young guard sidled up to him anyway. "Did Mr. Gu take you out for hot pot?"
A smile spread across the security captain's face. He nodded, basking in the reflected glory. "After we got the plane down, Mr. Gu took me and Taoist Qingyuan to Mountain City for some hot pot."
"The hot pot in Mountain City is amazing, but man, is it spicy!" The captain s-macked his lips, seemingly reliving the taste.
Envy filled the young guard's eyes.
