The Ghost King Sect members hated the mountain where Luo Yunji and the others lived, since it rained there every day. So, apart from the people who brought them daily necessities, no one else was willing to go near it.
On this barren mountain, which lived up to its name, He Dazhi and Wu Dayi found they could quiet their minds and focus on cultivation.
Luo Yunji had once told them that, once one's cultivation reached a certain level, the only way to make further progress was to seek opportunities in everyday life.
Zhang Xiaofan had "chosen" cooking. When He Dazhi heard Luo Yunji's words, he chose "painting," while Wu Dayi chose his favorite "music."
"You fat bastard! Get out of my way!"
When He Dazhi heard the commotion from the "kitchen," he felt a headache coming on. The melodious flute music that had been echoing through the cave stopped, too.
The two of them rose and left their caves, then stood at the kitchen entrance and looked at the three children inside, along with Youji, her face veiled in black gauze.
"That girl's really going all out for a bite to eat!" Seeing Bi Yao fighting with Luo Yunji over a dish Zhang Xiaofan had just made, Wu Dayi shook his head in admiration and laughed.
Youji, meanwhile, felt that her well-behaved little Saintess was gone for good! A gloomy aura emanated from her, leaving He Dazhi and Wu Dayi, who had been about to go over and say hello, rooted in place. They simply didn't dare approach.
Given Youji's cultivation, the two senior brothers, Wu Dayi and He Dazhi, didn't dare go over and say anything. They were afraid of being caught in the crossfire and taking a beating.
"Let's have the Ghost King send someone to collect