Word spread fast.
Too fast.
By morning, half the outer disciples of Azure Sky Sect had gathered near Li Ming's courtyard — whispering, pointing, and craning their necks for a glimpse of the "Lightning Beast that acts like a puppy."
Li Ming stood at the gate, arms crossed. "No visitors."
"But Senior Li!" one disciple pleaded, clutching a sack of spirit fruits. "I just want to see it. I even brought a gift!"
"Go home."
Another disciple leaned around him. "Just one pet?"
Li Ming sighed. "You touch him, you'll lose your hand."
A spark flashed behind him — and a tiny sneeze followed.
Half the crowd jumped backward.
Bai Guo perched on the roof, enjoying the chaos. "Descendant, I think your son's famous."
"Not helping," Li Ming muttered.
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Inside, Lei Shan sat proudly in the center of the courtyard, tail wagging, little arcs of lightning dancing around him like ornaments.
