"Did I look cool just now?" Ouyang asked, tilting his head toward Hui Zhi as he stood on the Catfish Toad.
"Each senior brother has his own way of looking cool," Hui Zhi said with a smile, pressing his palms together.
The sight of Hui Zhi smiling at him sent a chill of shock straight down to Ouyang's tailbone.
He looked at Hui Zhi with some displeasure, muttering inwardly, Why is this big monk becoming more and more like Chen Changsheng? Copying my Changsheng? How utterly disgusting!
Standing on the Catfish Toad, the two sped toward the opposite bank along the rapidly contracting Rope, taking precautions to keep the Catfish Toad from jumping into the river midway.
Ouyang had even made a point of tying Hemp Rope around the toad's hind legs, preventing the warty creature from suddenly asking him how much longer it could live once they reached the middle of the river, then flinging him into the River of Forgetfulness.
After all, there was a precedent for a bald donkey being thrown into the river while being carried across!
As they sped across the river, a towering mountain that pierced the clouds gradually appeared before them in the distance.
"What a strangely formed mountain! It's covered in blade-sharp rocks, with molten lava and blazing flames pouring down its slopes!" Hui Zhi exclaimed as he gazed at the towering mountain before him.
Through Hui Zhi's eyes, this Mount Naihe offered nowhere to set foot. A single glance was enough to fill anyone with dread.
Ouyang gave Hui Zhi an odd look, then narrowed his eyes at the mountain Hui Zhi had described.
What met his eyes was a small dirt slope, where countless pale figures were strenuously marching in place.
An enormous cloud covered the dirt slope.
Though the