Western Ox-He Continent.
On a rather rough road, a carriage jolted along, swaying from side to side.
Xu Jin sat up front driving, his body swaying and jolting along with the carriage.
After bouncing along for quite some time, Xu Jin could not help asking:
"With our cultivation, do we really need this sort of disguise?"
Though the carriage rocked incessantly on the outside, its interior was exceptionally steady. Chu Xingchen sat leisurely with one leg crossed over the other, munching on fruit as he read a storybook.
Chu Xingchen had bought this storybook on Western Ox-He Continent. He had to admit, the people of Western Ox-He Continent were plain and simple, and their writing was exceedingly plain and simple too.
Western Ox-He Continent's storybooks had already cast off the shame of the literati, dispensing with those veiled hints and metaphors.
Many scenes were described very explicitly, without the slightest ambiguity.
Not a single detail worth elaborating on was omitted, and not an extra word was spent on anything readers did not want to see.
Of course, Chu Xingchen was not appreciating it, but fiercely criticizing it.
The world ought to pursue harmony rather than wanton fighting.
"Of course we do. Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple already has a Sumeru Buddha Body. You want to chase them back to their home turf without making any preparations? I've even prepared three sets of travel documents."
Chu Xingchen stretched, then shifted position and continued:
"We already beat the grass and startled the snake last time. Though we concealed our identities, I doubt we can swagger around without preparing like we did before."
Xu Jin tugged on the reins before him. "What I meant was, do we have to drive a carriage? The roads on Western Ox-He Continent are truly awful."
"Of course," Chu