"Kid Shen, I want to find myself a wife too."
By the Lishui River, on the dry, waterless riverbank.
The day after Pavilion Master Yang passed away.
The White Python's enormous head rested against the riverbank, flattening a patch of lush water grass and pressing out a shallow puddle.
Its huge eyes wide open, it spoke to Shen Xiu.
At first hearing this, Shen Xiu looked up and found a distinctly human-like gaze of hope in the White Python's enormous pupils.
For that moment, he was utterly speechless.
The next day, Shen Xiu went to a market in the city and bought a cage full of Garter Snakes from a wild game stall.
Under cover of night.
He poured them into the pitch-black Lishui River.
Thus, the White Python lying at the bottom of the river raised its head from the water in astonishment.
"What are you doing?"
"Giving you a harem of three thousand!"
Hearing this, the White Python watched the tiny snake shadows constantly swimming across the surface and scattering in all directions as they fled. Now it was its turn to be speechless.
"By the way, do you know where Big Yellow, the ox that used to graze upstream of the river, across from our martial arts school, went?"
"Oh, Big Yellow? When you went to Crimson Fire Stronghold to cause trouble for those Crimson Fire Bandits, the people from the Demon Control Sect took him away!"
The White Python rolled its enormous eyes, its long, slender body comfortably turning in a circle along the riverbank. It changed position and basked its snake belly in the moonlight.
"The Demon Control Sect? What did they want with an ox?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Xiu committed the name to memory. It was clearly a sect that dealt with demons,