Several days later, the mighty procession set out once more.
Qin He still lay inside the ox cart, one leg crossed over the other, his enormous, ridiculously Q-cute big toe swaying left and right.
The party of humans and beasts—those who rode oxen rode oxen, and those who drove oxen drove oxen.
Wei Wu rode alongside the ox cart on a tall horse, clearly in high spirits, just like the bright skies over Lingyu Kingdom.
Behind the ox cart came the Dual Corpse Sedan.
Resting atop the sedan was a ten-foot-tall Purple Gold Gourd, its upper half covered by a pitch-black spherical cauldron.
The once-straight carrying poles had visibly sagged.
Beneath the corpses' feet, each step left a deep footprint.
Watching from the side, Qian Wuliang felt an urge to hit someone.
That bastard Wei Wu had actually loaned out his Dual Corpse Sedan!!
What couldn't they carry? Why did they have to carry this copper furnace?
It was such backbreaking work that the carrying poles were about to snap!!
If it had been anyone else, Qian Wuliang would never have agreed. But the one borrowing the sedan was Green Ox Immortal.
Damn it~~ all he could do was glare helplessly.
But Qian Wuliang was not the only one sharing this misery. Wang Tie Zhu was too.
When the procession passed a small wooden hut, Wang Tie Zhu's urge to hit someone completely surpassed Qian Wuliang's.
It was a brand-new little wooden hut, small but neat and clean. A glance inside revealed a similarly brand-new wooden statue of Immortal Green Ox placed in the seat of honor, already bearing traces of incense and offerings.
A group of natives knelt beside the hut, some fearful, some reverent, kneeling as they saw the procession off.
This was the Immortal Green Ox Temple