He Can had traveled far and wide for so long and seen every sort of old devil. He was easygoing enough that even faced with Mao Chunniang's murderous glare, he showed not a hint of fear. "You're upset because I said you don't know how to look after people? With cooking like this, you wouldn't even find a husband in the mortal world..."
"If you're so good, do it yourself?"
"Fine, I will..."
His hands itching to show off, He Can immediately stepped forward, took the spatula, and tossed the wok with a clanging flourish.
"See that? Now this is cooking. Pass me the Sichuan peppercorns..."
Mao Chunniang had entered the Fifth Realm and possessed formidable cultivation, but her cooking certainly fell short of He Can's. If the Corpse Ancestor would not actually starve to death without food, she probably would never have touched a spatula or anything of the sort in her life.
Although deeply displeased with this little foot soldier's lawlessness, she tossed the seasoning jar into his hand in acknowledgment of his genuine skill. To her surprise, the little bastard opened his mouth and said:
"Mm, good girl."
"You're courting death!"
Mao Chunniang immediately rose, and Ox-Head and Horse-Face hurried to intervene.
"Hey, hey, Senior Sister Mao, calm down. Don't lower yourself to this little bastard's level..."
Mo Hunsheng sat nearby watching them. During his travels cultivating all those years ago, he had seen plenty of this sort of roughhousing between fellow disciples. He did not interrupt now, merely shifting his gaze to the endless yellow sands outside the window before looking up at the boundless sky.
Once a prodigy of the Righteous Path, Mo Hunsheng had spent his childhood under its protection. Although his master, Sikong Shitang, had no sense of his own limits, he had