Ouyang's voice was soft, yet extraordinarily firm, as though he were offering comfort, yet also gently chiding him.
Instead, it was that chiding that slowly settled Chen Changsheng's panic-stricken heart.
Yes, this life had seen far too many unforeseen changes compared with his last, changes as different as heaven and earth.
And apart from his cultivation realm, he had surpassed his former self in every respect.
On Little Mountain Peak alone, there were not just him and Eldest Senior Brother, but also Second Senior Brother, Fourth Junior Brother, Fifth Junior Sister, and Sixth Junior Brother.
Compared with his previous life, Second Senior Brother was even closer to Eldest Senior Brother than he was!
At this thought, Chen Changsheng looked at Leng Qingsong, who stood beside him holding his sword, with unavoidable displeasure.
Leng Qingsong keenly sensed that trace of displeasure and looked at Chen Changsheng in bewilderment.
Was there something wrong with this brat? Wasn't standing here the greatest encouragement I could give you? What was that look supposed to mean?
How childish!
Setting aside that conspicuous Second Senior Brother, he was so much stronger in this life. Why couldn't he turn the tables?
Already clever by nature, Chen Changsheng regained much of his clarity with a single word of guidance from Ouyang, though he had yet to recover from the shock of the Devil Race appearing in the world.
Still, Chen Changsheng gradually calmed down.
"Thank you for clearing up my confusion, Eldest Senior Brother!" Chen Changsheng said softly to Ouyang.
Grinning, Ouyang raised his fists and ground them against Chen Changsheng's head, Crayon Shin-chan style, venting some frustration on him as he said, "You stubborn little brat!"
"Ow, ow, ow! Eldest Senior Brother!" Chen Changsheng played along with Ouyang, begging for mercy nonstop.
Beside them, Leng Qingsong stood