"Didn't you just see each other at the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty a little while ago?!" True Person Xuanwei snapped.
Only a few days had passed, yet this old man's ability to spout nonsense in broad daylight had grown ever more refined.
"Oh ho ho ho ho ho." The Jiang Clan Head merrily swigged wine from his gourd.
True Person Xuanwei shook his head helplessly.
"You and Yun Yuan never change, even after a thousand years."
The two old friends, whose friendship spanned Ten Thousand Ages, traveled side by side in the Dharma Carriage above the Sea of Clouds, smiling as they traded barbs.
The cultivators below looked up at their bearing, their eyes full of reverence. Those who knew no better assumed they were discussing some lofty subject.
Naturally, another round of admiration followed. "Those two truly are old immortals beyond the mortal world."
But the words had barely fallen when a derisive laugh suddenly rang out from the other end of the Sea of Clouds, cutting straight across them and resounding throughout the airspace:
"Old immortals? Hah, what a colossal joke."
"When Yun Yuan got Jiang Shouzhuo drunk back then, and he hugged the stone stele outside the Supreme Dao Sect's gates, crying and calling it his granduncle-master, did he look anything like an old immortal?"
Everyone below instantly shut their mouths, falling silent as one.
Who dared say that? Who would expose the Jiang Clan Head's old skeletons in public?
And you're actually eavesdropping on us, you big shot? Have you got nothing better to do? Are you sick in the head?!
They exchanged glances, grumbling inwardly, yet every one of them raised their head in perfect unison.
A gigantic Wind Wheel Magic Treasure approached from the southwest.
A burly middle-aged man stood atop it with one