"Didn't Hairless Bird say so back then? This place is a forbidden zone of the Immortal Realm. Even Immortals can't enter. There's no need to meddle in anything else—Ke Ding will investigate it himself."
Chen Xun laughed heartily, seated atop the wooden cart as he overlooked the land in every direction. "Just focus on building the Immortal Tombs. If Old Bull and I didn't have other matters to attend to, Song Heng, would it even be your turn to build tombs? Do you not know what we started out doing?!"
"Factory Master, when it comes to the Dao of Immortal Tombs, this humble one must debate the Dao with you."
Song Heng's gaze turned solemn, somewhat unconvinced. "You two..."
Suddenly.
Before he could finish, two cold, stern faces descended toward him like a vast net blotting out the heavens. Song Heng's heart lurched, and he screamed inwardly, Let causality be transferred to Ancestor Void! It has nothing to do with Song Heng at all!!
"Song Heng, you won't give this Dao Ancestor any face?" Chen Xun's expression turned icy.
"Moo moo?" Black Bull stared fixedly at Song Heng.
Back in the Mortal Realm, this had been their one skill for putting food on the table, and this brat dared question them?!
Song Heng smiled sheepishly, so awkwardly that he did not know where to put his hands or feet.
Trying to debate the Dao with Dao Ancestors—wasn't that courting death...
They did not reason with people!
"Factory Master, this humble one will go make preparations for the Immortal Tombs at once."
"Song Heng, for that disrespect just now, the immortal materials for building the Immortal Tombs will come out of your own coffers." Chen Xun stepped down from the cart and gazed into the distance with the bearing of an