When the water buffalo spoke, everyone present immediately grew solemn.
The monk opened his eyes and stared intently at the buffalo.
The Middle-Aged Daoist and his disciple also rose, taking several bottles and jars from their sleeves.
Wen Meng's expression was indifferent. She spread all ten fingers, clearly having been ready for some time.
Gao Yan stood and shielded the others behind him, murmuring a poem as a layer of protective power enveloped the Pavilion.
"Since you are a demon, have you been officially registered?"
Lin Ke frowned and asked, "Have you been protecting this village? Do you know what that Fierce Demon looks like or what species it is?"
"I don't."
The water buffalo shook his head. "I once listened to the village teacher's lessons and happened to achieve Qi Induction. Ever since then, I've been protecting Xiao'er."
"What realm are you in now?"
Lin Ke was somewhat uncertain. The buffalo's aura seemed so weak that he hardly qualified as a Demon Beast, only as a buffalo with spirituality.
"I should count as being in the First Realm."
The buffalo nodded slightly.
"Oh?" A glint flashed through Lin Ke's eyes at this. "Good, then."
With that, Lin Ke sat back down in the Pavilion. "Since you study the Confucian Path, you can naturally be considered a fellow practitioner. Stay here and discuss the Dao with us while we wait for that Fierce Demon to arrive."
The buffalo nodded, then shook his head. "A Shui is covered in mud. I'll just wait outside."
Then he turned his head toward the cowherd boy. "Xiao'er, get down and sit with them. These are good people. They won't kill me."
Only then did the cowherd boy named Xiao'er jump down from the buffalo's back.
Wen Meng immediately stepped forward with a smile, took