In the Primordial Era, Saint Hongjun had finished his three lectures and only recently merged with the Heavenly Dao.
At this point, Dijun and Taiyi had yet to occupy the Heavenly Court and establish the Demon Race. Nuwa, the Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, and Zhunti had only just obtained their primordial purple qi; the day they would become Saints remained far beyond the horizon.
In the Iron-Eating Forest, in the Central Wilderness.
An enormously plump Iron-Eating Beast wearing Linen Shorts sat on a stone stool, holding a wooden bucket filled with pure white milk in both paws. Gungun blissfully sucked through a bamboo straw, delight written all over that big, fat face.
Opposite Gungun sat a man wearing a Sky-Blue Immortal Robe. His hair was graying, but his face was exceptionally young and handsome. Watching this, he raised his eyebrows and said smugly, "Well? Delicious, isn't it?"
"Mm-hmm!" Gungun kept sucking milk and nodding eagerly. It was delicious! What creature had this milk come from?
Gungun used primordial spirit power to voice the question to Soaring Serpent.
Soaring Serpent did not keep Gungun guessing. "It's Taicang Primeval Ox Milk. They were sending it as tribute to the Tiger Tribe. It passed through my Qingcheng Mountain, so I intercepted it. Knowing you liked this stuff, I brought it over. Well? Am I a good friend or what?"
"Roooar~" Swallowing the milk, Gungun set down the bucket, wiped that milky mouth, and gave a satisfied cry before telling Soaring Serpent, "You certainly are."
Then Gungun instructed Xiong Yuan, who stood behind, "Bring out that Yellow Bird Egg we obtained recently. Give it to him as a return gift."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Xiong Yuan bowed to Gungun, then withdrew to fetch the Yellow Bird Egg.
Hearing this, Soaring Serpent licked his lips. "You're