In the end, old Jiang's arm could not overpower a thigh. With a dark expression, he climbed down from Four-Unlike, then bent slightly to let the beast climb onto his back and carried him back to the Zhou Camp.
Alas, had Master given me a mount, or saddled me with an ancestor to serve?
On the way back, Jiang Ziya lamented inwardly.
Honestly, any powerful being in the Primordial World with even a little ability looked down on an ugly creature like Four-Unlike. The Kirin Sovereign's legitimate son, yet so useless! After cultivating for so long, he was still only a Taiyi Golden Immortal, inferior even to the Twelve Golden Immortals. Trash!
But to a mortal like Jiang Ziya, who knew only a few spells, Four-Unlike was someone he could not afford to provoke.
Never mind that a Taiyi Golden Immortal already seemed like an immensely powerful deity to old Jiang. Four-Unlike had once been the mount of his master, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, and had a Sacred Beast for an elder brother. With that background, even old Jiang, the destined man charged by a saint with overseeing the great undertaking of the Investiture of the Gods, dared not offend him.
And the result of not daring to offend him was... this.
Alas, to say any more would bring nothing but tears!
Watching Jiang Ziya carry Four-Unlike away, Gungun's mouth hung slightly open. The whole bear was utterly dumbfounded.
A mount... riding its master? That was allowed?
Gungun raised his head, and an image surfaced in his mind: he held a whip while riding Houtu, lashing her with it and urging her to run faster.
Hmm... that was quite a lovely picture. I rather wanted that.
Whoosh! Just then, a streak of aurora shot toward him from far behind and