Ants and Blades of Grass

"Swish, swish, swish, swish!"

The surging waves violently battered the reef on the shore of an isolated island, trying to drag it down into the water and swallow it whole.

"Rumble!"

The small island shook violently, actually showing a tendency to sink beneath the water's surface.

"Ouch!"

Marshal Tianpeng, who had been dozing off, jolted awake in an instant and rapidly performed hand seals.

"Halt!"

Once the spell was cast, the small island returned to peace and stability once more.

"Sigh~ There's no living a peaceful life anymore. I've been down in the mortal realm for over half a year, and I haven't had a single good night's sleep. The moment I close my eyes, my Marshal's tent is about to drop into the Weak Water." Tianpeng shook his head and complained to himself.

He turned his head to scan a corner of the tent, where Wang Ming was lying in a strangely shaped chair, rocking back and forth. How leisurely he looked.

Tianpeng's face immediately lengthened.

"Guangming---"

Hearing the call, Wang Ming woke up immediately, still wearing a sleepy expression as he asked, "Are the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas here?"

Tianpeng: "Not yet!"

Wang Ming: "Oh!"

Then Wang Ming simply went back to closing his eyes to rest his mind on his own, leaving a hashtag symbol to seemingly appear on Tianpeng's forehead.

Tianpeng: I truly don't know who the Marshal is and who the subordinate is.

Wanting to throw a fit, he shook his head and held it back.

During this period, under Wang Ming's deliberate efforts to fraternize, they had basically reached the point of drinking and meat-eating buddies.

Speaking of which, it wasn't too difficult—just sending some wine, sending some meat, sending some pictorials...

Then both of them skimmed whenever they could, showing absolute