Ouyang led everyone back to Little Mountain Peak, looking as though he had lost both his parents.
Once back at Little Mountain Peak, everyone gathered together and tossed Hu Tutu into the pot for a bath. Xiao Feng tended the fire while the other four began discussing their trip to the Immortal Secret Realm.
Adding firewood, Xiao Feng watched his senior brothers discussing things around the stone table beneath the tree, a trace of envy flashing through his eyes. When would he have the strength to sit with his senior brothers, chatting and laughing freely?
Still, he already had a decent trump card. All his hard training these past few days had not been for nothing. At least now he had a solid foundation!
Xiao Feng gently gripped a piece of firewood. Scales slowly grew over the back of his originally slender hand, then a blue-green light flashed, and it was as though nothing had happened.
"Junior Brother, it's so hot! You're going to cook me through!" Drenched in sweat, Hu Tutu slumped against the rim of the pot and spoke weakly to Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng snapped out of his thoughts and hurriedly apologized to Tutu, then returned to tending his fire carefully. Once his senior sister finished her bath, he still had to drink it.
I'm not a pervert. I don't like drinking this stuff. It's necessary for cultivation. Drinking it is good for me. Third Senior Brother told me to drink it!
His face flushed red in the firelight, Xiao Feng kept hypnotizing himself in his mind.
Ouyang braced both hands on the table and swept his gaze over the three unfilial sons. Finally, his eyes settled on Bai Feiyu, and he asked, "Xiao Bai, before you came up the mountain, did you ever meet some old