"Hou Yi, Brother Gungun, Ancestral Witch Houtu has ordered you to return to Mount Buzhou with me immediately," Xingtian told Hou Yi and Gungun, who sat on the Litter nearby, after landing before them.
Hearing this, Gungun took the ice pop out of his mouth and said to Xingtian, exasperated, "Great Shaman, we're already on our way back. I wanted to stay in Penglai a few more days and see if there was anything else I could take, but Great Shaman Hou Yi insisted on hurrying back."
"Hou Yi did the right thing. Something has happened in the Northern Nether Sea. We must make every preparation for war. If the Ancestral Witches order us to reinforce the Northern Nether Sea, we'll be able to..."
Before Xingtian could finish, Gungun turned around, presenting his back to him, too lazy to listen to any more of his nonsense.
Prepare for war, reinforce the Northern Nether Sea...
That's simply unrealistic. There's some chance the Ancestral Witches could go there as reinforcements, but us... We're nowhere near fast enough. By the time we arrive, Kunpeng will probably have surrendered to the Demon Race.
"Brother Gungun, this is no time for laziness. This is extremely important. Hurry and divine what's happening in the Northern Nether Sea. Is Kunpeng still alive?" After exchanging a few words with Hou Yi, Xingtian discovered that the fat bear had actually turned his back on him. His face twitched a few times, but he still patiently addressed him.
"Haah..." Gungun couldn't be bothered to listen to nonsense, but Xingtian's voice still reached his ears. He sighed, glanced back at him, and said nothing. He merely raised a furry arm and counted on his fingers to divine the answer, then...
"Huh?" The bear abruptly froze.
"Brother Gungun, how is it?" Seeing