On some ancient tree.
"These disciples from the Ten Great Immortal Sects really are a bunch of assholes. They look at everyone like they're their father."
Chen Xun reclined against the trunk and sneered. "I still think our Five Aggregates Sect is better. What do you think, Old Bull?"
"Moo~" Black Bull answered. Those Immortal Gate disciples were more arrogant than the last. Who knew how badly they would have been bullied if they had gone to the Ten Great Immortal Sects?
"Good thing we didn't go to the Ten Great Immortal Sects. With our Mixed Spiritual Roots, Old Bull, have you ever heard of sect violence?"
"Moo?"
"They keep mocking us, then we go slap their faces, then they mock us again. It goes on endlessly, until even dogs bark at us a few times."
"Moo?!" Black Bull was horrified. Wouldn't that make them colossal suckers? Only fools would do that.
"And because we're too strong, we'd keep making enemies. Schemes and plots would come one after another. Don't you think our Longevity would be completely wasted on such meaningless things?"
"Moo!" Black Bull's eyes brimmed with tears. It had attained enlightenment again. As expected of Xun Bro—its fine big brother!
Chen Xun flashed a crooked grin and folded his hands beneath his head. When matters were done, he would brush off his sleeves and leave, hiding fame and merit deep away, untouched by karma or consequence. There were only two words in his eyes: fucking awesome.
"Old Bull, let's rest for a few days. Digging tunnels is damn exhausting too."
"Moo~"
One man and one bull promptly fell into a deep sleep, utterly out of place amid the atmosphere of the Nandou Mountain Secret Realm. The key was that no one really seemed able to do anything about