Kunpeng's figure pierced through clouds and mist, carrying them ever farther from the Black Tortoise Immortal Platform.
Yuan Chengsi coughed lightly, stroking his beard. "Sixth, we're far enough. Stop putting on an act. Since when did you become such a deep schemer?"
Though he had appeared imposing just now, he had merely given Chen Xun a light spray. Yet Chen Xun had acted so convincingly, his face turning liver-purple as though he had been suppressed, that Yuan Chengsi had nearly believed it himself.
The way he addressed his disciples was rather peculiar as well—eldest, second, youngest—as though he were calling his own children rather than disciples under his seat.
Yet in this Immortal Cultivation Great World, a master was like a father, so such forms of address were not strange.
Yuan Chengsi had also seen through his sixth disciple's thoughts, which was why he had hurriedly taken him and fled. As for that nonsense about attending a feast, it was likely just an excuse from Sixth. The Fushi Sect had never had such a custom.
Fourth Senior Brother White Duck looked startled. In an instant, he lifted his enormous rear, swaying from side to side as he strutted arrogantly to one side. "Sixth, although Senior Brother did sit on you with my backside, don't blame me. Master ordered it!"
"Quack~!"
He was quite quick-witted himself, immediately tossing the blame onto his own master first.
Yuan Chengsi's face darkened at those words, while Chen Xun's face darkened even further as he sat upon Kunpeng's back, so dark that it was utterly gloomy. Dead duck, don't let this Dao Ancestor find an opportunity... I'll squat you!
The Netherworld Spirit Clan's Fifth Senior Sister, Yin Jiumei, had a glint of realization flash through her eyes without a trace. Sixth Junior Brother was simply