Kunlun Mountain, Three Pure Ones Dojo.
Chen Song rode Big White, whose whole body seemed to come with a soft-glow filter, radiating the aura of a dog who had transcended the ordinary with every step. He had barely sneaked into the Thatched Hut's grounds before he could even find a corner to hide in when he felt the air around him freeze solid.
The atmosphere was no longer merely subtle. It practically screamed, "We're here to settle accounts."
Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian—the three Big Bosses—formed a loose semicircle, trapping Chen Song and Big White, who had just returned to the mountain, in the middle. Their gazes were like searchlights, focused mainly on the stupid dog glowing all over, trying to remain reserved while desperately wanting to wag its tail.
Sect Master Tongtian held Qingping Sword in his arms and circled Big White twice, clicking his tongue.
"Good heavens, remarkable, truly remarkable! Senior Disciple Nephew, your dog-walking skills have improved! Other people walk their dogs until they get fat or thin, but you walked yours straight into becoming a 'Saint Venerable' in the making? Look at all that faith power. You probably don't even need a lamp when getting up at night anymore, huh? It's far better off than us three martial uncles, still stumbling around in the dark looking for the path to sainthood!"
Lord of the Beginning folded his arms and snorted coldly, his gaze like little knives as it carved mainly into Chen Song. "Hmph! We, Pangu's True Lineage, have yet to glimpse the gateway to the Saint Dao. Yet certain people's mount... has already found itself with a 'clear path ahead.'"
He deliberately stressed the words "clear path ahead," his gaze meaningfully sweeping over the light of faith surrounding Big White, which had not yet fully receded.