Where Does His Confidence Come From? Twenty-Four Directions

"You were lucky. The one you met was a rare benefactor."

Old Ox had indeed been badly played by Su Che back in Mystic Mountain, nearly getting sent north to Wei Huaiwen's army as a mobile military ration supply station.

But Old Ox had roamed Mystic Mountain for many years. He was merely somewhat simple-minded, not stupid, and before long, he understood just what sort of opportunity had befallen him.

To be honest, Old Ox no longer resented Su Che. Deep down, he even felt a faint gratitude.

Had Su Che not intervened, Feng Buxing would most likely have hacked Old Ox to death.

Leaving others aside, Old Ox had watched Su Che's rise at astonishing speed—from having just stepped onto the path of cultivation upon entering Mystic Mountain to now wielding the Dingding Pivot and entering the Fifth Grade Reverted Elixir realm.

At any rate, in Old Ox's heart, Su Che was already the reincarnation of the Primordial Azure Emperor.

What a joke. With cultivation progressing this quickly, if he claimed he was not Ling Weiyang returned, someone would still believe him.

Zhang San still needed to wrestle with himself, but Old Ox had long since made his choice.

Since he had witnessed the Primordial Azure Emperor's return, he needed to honestly work his tail off for the Azure Emperor.

Old Ox set himself a modest goal: strive to become the reincarnated Azure Emperor's mount.

As everyone knew, the Primordial Azure Emperor currently had no mount, while Old Ox's true form was an Azure Ox. Well, perhaps by strict standards, he was not quite that azure—he was somewhat yellow too.

But Old Ox believed that as long as he worked hard enough, one day he would become a thoroughly Azure Ox.

Zhang San perhaps did not yet know that