In a woodshed tucked away in a corner of the back courtyard.
Old Red Flood Dragon sat on the ground, while Niu Ben crouched by the doorway.
Hu Cuihua crouched in the middle, not daring to breathe too loudly.
"What's the deal with that deer?"
"It's a long story..."
Old Red Flood Dragon said coldly, "Then keep it short."
Hu Cuihua swallowed and gathered his thoughts.
"This deer's name is Juechen, the Demon Emperor of Wanchuan Valley in the You Mountain Range..."
After the time it took for a stick of incense to burn.
Hu Cuihua recounted every last detail of what had happened in the You Mountain Range.
From first meeting Juechen in Danhua City, to Tianzhu's death in Wanchuan Valley, to Wang Canglan being beaten to a bloody pulp, the Pure Yang Chief Seat's avatar being driven back with a punch, and finally, what happened at Qingwu Mountain.
One event after another.
When he reached the exciting parts, Hu Cuihua even gesticulated without thinking, waving his tiger paws through the air as if he could recreate the whole scene.
The more Old Red Flood Dragon listened, the darker his expression grew.
The more Niu Ben listened, the stiffer his expression became.
When Hu Cuihua finally finished, the woodshed fell silent for quite some time.
Old Red Flood Dragon was the first to break the silence. "You've both seen what happened."
Niu Ben nodded silently.
Hu Cuihua nodded along too, confusion written all over his tiger face... He wasn't really sure what he'd seen, but that didn't stop him from nodding along.
Old Red Flood Dragon glanced at Hu Cuihua without comment, then continued, "That deer demon is at the late Tower-Ascending Realm, smooth in his dealings, quick with his tongue, and came bearing a gift right off the