Mu Yunge led Ouyang and Hu Tutu along the mountain path, boasting to them about Penglai Immortal Mountain as they walked. "Our Penglai Immortal Mountain lies in the Eastern Sea, surrounded by water on all sides. An innate sea formation protects the island, making it a world unto itself. Spirit herbs from the Elder Ancient Era grow everywhere, and five spiritual veins provide abundant spiritual energy. It stands apart from the mortal world, a peach-blossom paradise for immortal cultivation. And more than half the world's female cultivators come from Penglai!"
Even a dung beetle would say its own son smelled sweet. When it came to their own Immortal Gate, even great cultivators could not resist singing its praises.
Ouyang rolled his eyes. Everyone in our Azure Cloud Sect knows this sort of official spiel. Even Hu Tutu, who only just joined, could deliver it with perfect conviction.
With that thought, Ouyang decided they could not lose face. He picked up Hu Tutu from behind him and said swaggeringly, "Tutu, tell this martial aunt about our Azure Cloud Sect."
Dangling in his hand, Hu Tutu thought for a moment, then curled one corner of her mouth upward. "I see the Nine Great Sacred Lands as nothing but heads with price tags stuck in them, waiting to be sold! Of all the sacred lands beneath heaven, only our Little Mountain Peak counts!"
Ouyang stared at Hu Tutu's crooked mouth, his face darkening. "Who taught you that?"
Hu Tutu answered as though it were perfectly natural, "Junior Brother Xiao wrote it by copying how my senior brothers talk and act!"
"Good thing Xiao Feng left early. If he'd stayed on Little Mountain Peak any longer, he wouldn't have learned anything except how to show off like those unruly sons on the mountain!" Ouyang