In the courtyard on Little Mountain Peak, a large pot had already been set up. Ouyang and Chen Changsheng were lighting a fire, Leng Qingsong was up on the roof repairing it with a clanging and banging, and Bai Feiyu was staring blankly at his own grave in the sky.
Xiao Feng had taken Tutu to the Forbidden Land to play with the spirit beasts, and they had yet to return.
"Eldest Senior Brother, what made you think of going to listen to the discourse today?" Chen Changsheng asked tentatively.
Leng Qingsong paused slightly in his hammering, while the dazed Bai Feiyu blinked and pricked up his ears.
The firewood in Ouyang's hands shook. He slapped his forehead and shouted, "Shit, I went there to ask the old man if he had any high-end spell arts I could learn, and I actually forgot all about it!"
Leng Qingsong resumed swinging his hammer, and Bai Feiyu went back to staring blankly at his own grave.
"High-end spell arts?" Chen Changsheng swallowed but said nothing.
Although his eldest senior brother was different from the eldest senior brother of his previous life, whose aptitude had reached the heavens, he could use the most basic spell arts with sublime mastery and could even give inanimate objects spiritual intelligence. That alone left Chen Changsheng marveling.
He had practically turned the Five Elements Escape Technique into the Sect's secret art. What high-end spell arts did he still need to learn?
Though that was what he thought, Chen Changsheng still did not want to undermine his eldest senior brother's confidence.
After all, breaking through to the Foundation Establishment Realm had always been his eldest senior brother's obsession.
"Speaking of which, were you three following me?" Ouyang asked offhandedly.
The hammering on the roof grew noticeably faster, and