"Ox, how much do you have left?"
"Just a tiny bit, Horse. Are we really not going to Du Xian Sect to try our luck?"
Atop a cliff outside Fengdu City, two figures lay crookedly across the rocks, their eyes gradually losing their light as the winds of the Netherworld brushed the soft manes on their head coverings.
Horse-Face sighed weakly. "Ahh, heh heh heh... The Great Witch Sacrifice won't let us wander around the Human Teaching's immortal sects, and he said not to bother Lord Water God all the time when there's nothing important. Neigh~ Lord Water God handles ten thousand maidens every day. Without a suitable excuse, how are we supposed to go see him?"
Ox-Head picked up the clay jar beside him, peered carefully inside for a while, then sniffed it with his nose...
That intoxicating scent had already grown so faint.
Before the two of them lay delicious spirit beasts brought up from the mortal realm, yet neither had any desire to light a fire.
"Horse, once Wu like us have tasted a stronger flavor, it really is impossible to make ourselves settle for less again."
"Ox, how about we help Lord Water God inspect whether those Witch-Humans have been slacking off?"
"We probably wouldn't even get to see Lord Water God," Horse-Face said, grooming his dull, lusterless mane. "We might as well see whether any Qi Refiner at Du Xian Sect is about to run out of lifespan. We could go do some proper work and reap a soul? Then, while we're at it, pay a visit to the maker of these seasonings—that master, Li Changshou of Du Xian Sect!"
"Then we'll have to wait. It might take hundreds of years before an immortal dies of old age! But speaking of that..."
Ox-Head sat upright,