"Stop, stop, stop! Cut it out! Junior Brother Song, don't take this too seriously. Centipede Ridge spans five thousand li in every direction—its borders are vast beyond measure. What are the odds that Bear Cub would happen to pass through here?"
"We've already stood guard here for a full six years! We haven't found so much as a hair, and we still have to keep guarding it indefinitely. What's wrong with me finding a little amusement?"
Senior Brother Wen was full of grievances.
Junior Brother Song could only continue persuading him. "That may be true, but Senior Brother Wen, the current situation in the Western Wilderness was won through thousands of years of relentless effort by our Cloud Cauldron Nine Cities Alliance. Generation after generation of Human cultivator forebears cast away their heads and spilled their hot blood, paying unimaginable prices and sacrifices, before they managed to suppress the Demon Race of the Western Wilderness to this point. We absolutely cannot let down our guard—"
"Enough, enough, spare me that line. We're not wet-behind-the-ears brats fresh out of the gate. Who doesn't understand how things work? The glory of the Nine Cities Alliance, its radiance and splendor—go tell that to the people who died in vain! Just in the siege of Great Snow Mountain these past years, more than three million cultivators and warriors have died!"
"Then Great Ape King forcibly unleashed a cold tide in retaliation, freezing and injuring over thirty million ordinary people!"
"And now Lu Wuchen wants to attack Black Forest. How many more people will die? What's wrong with me playing with a fox?"
"Senior Brother Wen! Watch your words!"
"Watch my ass! You won't even let me play with a fox, so what the hell do I have left to care about?"
**"All right, all