"Quack..."
White Duck strutted along the sect path with the gait of someone who acknowledged no kin, his eyes full of contemplation. "Although Sixth Junior Brother's killing intent is a little heavy, and his words are crazed and deranged, he is still this duck's junior brother. He should agree to such a small request."
"Quack quack."
He suddenly laughed, his steps quickening. As he passed a disciple's cave dwelling, he abruptly stopped and called out, "Fellow Daoist Zhang?"
"Hm?"
Inside the cave dwelling, the disciple surnamed Zhang's expression changed slightly, but he did not respond.
"Judging by the spiritual energy around here, Fellow Daoist Zhang, your breakthrough has not been going smoothly, has it? I just came from Yang Langzi. He entered the Great Vehicle Mystic Realm years ago and said he would slap you to death in one blow. You had best be careful."
"No need... for Fellow Daoist White Duck's concern." From within the cave dwelling came Zhang's low, gritted voice.
"Quack quack~ I merely came to see whether you were still alive."
White Duck flashed a radiant smile. "If you die on this desolate, unvisited Barren Mountain, then in honor of our many years of fellowship, I will naturally come collect Fellow Daoist Zhang's corpse. Rest assured, who in the sect does not know that I, White Duck, value loyalty and righteousness above all else!"
"Get lost!"
A lion-like furious roar erupted from the cave dwelling, shaking the surrounding mountain rocks into rolling.
"Quack~!"
White Duck shrieked and leaped up, immediately taking off in a diving sprint. As he ran, he looked back and shouted, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, your talent and opportunities cannot compare to Yang Langzi's, and even the woman you admired was taken from you, but you cannot take it out on me, can you?"