The few of them joked and bantered, while the young man walking at the very back, a heavy broadsword strapped to his back, remained silent throughout.
The tall, lean young man in the middle smiled first, then spoke in a calm, unhurried tone:
"Enough, stop fooling around. Finding a birthday gift for Master is more important."
He was clearly the backbone of the five.
At those words, everyone immediately quieted down, though the overall mood remained relaxed.
For these young Immortal Cultivators, this trip might have been meant to find a birthday gift for their Master, but it could also be considered an outing.
Ever since the day they had entered Glazed Mountain, these young Immortal Cultivators had spent the vast majority of their time cultivating within the sect.
Day after day, month after month.
To these young Immortal Cultivators, the world beyond the sect gates was filled with novelty almost everywhere they looked.
"Senior Brother!"
The round-faced young man at the front, using the bamboo staff in his hand to push aside the low shrubs blocking the path, spoke again:
"If we can't find the White Creek Deer, what should we give Master instead?"
"I don't know."
The tall, lean young man shook his head.
"It would be best if we could give Master a White Creek Deer. This spirit beast is quite rare and highly intelligent, and its rank happens to be something we can handle."
It was merely a Second Realm spirit beast.
Stronger than a Qi Condensation Realm cultivator, but clearly inferior to a Martial Spring Realm cultivator.
More importantly, White Creek Deer were not aggressive spirit beasts.
But they were exceedingly "proud."
To be precise, the tall, lean young man did not believe that the few of them could truly tame a White Creek Deer.