"Ha ha~" Song Heng suddenly laughed. "Right, if we saw through the Factory Master's thoughts, that would be rather unseemly. There are plenty of foul-mouthed people in our mountain too. Mountain-Seated Duck will surely be able to find a fellow Daoist."
What he had actually wanted to say was that the Factory Master had quite the foul mouth himself. He could pressure you with his aura while stepping on your head and cursing you at the same time—his aggression was truly formidable.
Song Heng had also heard back then that Ji Yan, the Nine Heavens Alliance Leader, had left behind a rather interesting remark in Star Pivot's whatever Prison Pavilion. For the moment, he could not recall it.
"Fatty Song, now you're calling it our mountain?!" Gu Lisheng frowned deeply. "Should we send you back to the mountain too?"
"Oh, Braggart Gu, what's the difference between us?" Song Heng abruptly laughed it off. "In a few years, once our Heavenly Palace picks up, I'll bring Shuiyu over and take the chance to visit the mountain."
"Fine. We'll go together then."
Gu Lisheng smiled and nodded lightly. "I should go see Auntie too. Remember to prepare more gifts for the Fishing Emperor, lest he throw us out of the Immortal Domain."
"Ha ha ha, this Daoist naturally understands." Song Heng laughed heartily.
He had followed the Factory Master all the way from his humble beginnings. How could he forget such worldly etiquette?
For no apparent reason, they exchanged a glance and smiled.
They suddenly felt that it was good for Chen Xun to be there. At the very least, they would have no worries in the Myriad Profound Eastern Land. It was an unprecedented feeling, tranquil and reassuring.
And at this moment.
Gu Lisheng's gaze remained fixed on the top-tier immortal