Ye Tian blinked his big eyes. He had woken from a nap to find drama waiting for him. Could life get any better?
Judging by the scene before him, these two seemed to have known each other for some time, with quite a history between them.
"Changqing Daoist, why have you come here today?"
The Great Brahma Buddha Son dispensed with pleasantries and got straight to the point, his tone demanding.
"Heh, I've been wandering the four seas and happened to pass by the Eternal Ye Family. Am I not even allowed to come in and pay my respects?"
"Besides, Zhang Huatian, the Supreme Sage of Painting and Calligraphy, has deep ties to our Daoist tradition. Since he's here, I thought I'd pay him a visit."
"Unlike you, you bald donkey! All you know is dreary secluded cultivation. What would you know of the magnificent Daoist arts out in the world? You spend your days immersed in your own little world. Sooner or later, your path will reach a dead end."
The Changqing Daoist's words were startling. His mouth was like a Sharp Sword, fiercely aggressive, every word cutting. He had opened by calling the other man a bald donkey.
That was hardly surprising. The two had never gotten along, each considering the other a mortal enemy since childhood.
Their respective sects had also instilled that hostility in them, so they had been at odds from an early age.
As for duels and fierce battles, those happened regularly.
"Heh, such a sharp tongue. All you can do is win battles of words."
"In our battle three years ago, if not for the astonishing recovery of your evergreen Dao body, this humble monk would have slain you long ago!"
The Great Brahma Buddha Son yielded nothing in presence and fired back