Upon hearing this.
Black Bull and Little Scarlet froze. Old duck, what a peculiar train of thought you had.
They had long since grown accustomed to Chen Xun's habit of acknowledging enemies as his fine eldest sons, and never took it seriously.
Black Bull especially—Chen Xun's fondness for calling others his father had begun with Wang Tianming of Wang Family Village...
Yet at that moment, He Ling's brows knitted tightly.
She did not like hearing this senior Black Duck speak. It made her uncomfortable.
"Duck." Chen Xun was well-mannered and smiled faintly, seemingly unbothered as he changed the subject. "This Yangtze River is a water route we discovered. It lies hidden amid countless Immortal Mountains and is difficult to find."
The river shimmered with rippling light, wreathed in a faint mist. The vast mountain ranges around them held no oppressive air; instead, they made one's heart and mind feel extraordinarily open.
"Quack, quack~"
Black Duck looked around in every direction and laughed. "I like traveling by water. Look how water embraces mountains and rivers, blending strength and softness; the highest goodness is like water, yielding to every shape..."
As it spoke those final words, recollection flickered through its eyes, making them considerably deeper, as though it had recalled something from long ago.
Qian Wuhen sat cross-legged at the rear of the wooden raft, casting Black Duck an almost imperceptible glance.
Old Dad has his eye on you. Sooner or later, you'll get dealt with.
Chen Xun stood with his hands behind his back, looking over the waters and shores as he laughed aloud. "These mountains and waters are still the most refreshing. Old Bull, cast a line."
"Moo moo?"
"Next time."
Chen Xun pondered. Black Bull had asked whether he should paint. This Black Duck was quite capable of disrupting