Huang Cao wore a look of bliss as he drew in a deep breath.
He rose onto his hind legs.
Tilting his head back, he spread his two front paws as though embracing the world.
"Hoo~ This damned scent of green grass, this wind, this—ow..."
Gongyang Dong first tossed out the pack on his back, then poked his head out of the burrow. He was covered in dirt, especially his hair; the mud in it made his scalp itch terribly. Sometimes, he truly envied the pig butcher's gleaming bald head. Long hair was such a nuisance. Once out of the hole, he looked around to either side. Huh? Huang Cao had come out first, so where had that fellow gone?
Below the grassy slope, the one-eyed weasel climbed up in a huff, staring fixedly at Gongyang Dong's neck.
His fierce gaze seemed to thirst for blood.
"Hey! You ram! Once we're down the mountain, add two more bowls of bonbon chicken!"
Yuan Qi had only just crawled out of the hole when he heard Huang Cao say that. Thinking it over carefully, he found it rather fitting. They really should celebrate.
Before he could ask for a few jars of Old Huang wine, something drifted over on the wind and slapped the Weasel Spirit across the face. Looking closely, they were instantly overjoyed—it was the map of Hell Rifts across the various regions!
They had thought it was lost forever after being taken away by that Great Cultivator, but who would have thought it would fly back? Wonderful! Simply wonderful!
With the drawings covering his face, Huang Cao squeaked and spun about wildly. Yuan Qi and Gongyang Dong panicked at the sight, instinctively diving together to seize the maps. They nearly flattened Huang Cao.
"Wah! Are you two trying to