Lu Yiping put away the War Chariot and rode only the Dragon Horn Golden Ox. The ox was plump and fat, while the scruffy old man Zhou Cheng rode a tiny, skinny donkey.
The two rode side by side along the mountain road.
Zhang Jin and Zhao Wen followed behind on two Thunder Kirin Horses.
Looking at the Dragon Horn Golden Ox's exceptionally thick legs, Zhou Cheng smiled at Lu Yiping. "Does your ox often eat roasted meat? No wonder it's so brawny."
The Dragon Horn Golden Ox chuckled. "I was born this way." Then it raised one of its thick legs, showing off its powerful beefy muscles. "What, jealous?"
That donkey took an instant dislike to the Dragon Horn Golden Ox and curled its lips. "All show and no substance. Who'd be jealous of that thing?"
The Dragon Horn Golden Ox snorted. "And you think being scrawny like a stick means you're both good-looking and useful?"
At once, donkey and ox began glaring at each other again.
Lu Yiping smiled and did not stop them.
It was rare for the donkey and Dragon Horn Golden Ox to bicker; at least the road was not quite so dull.
Before long, the group passed through the desolate wilderness.
However, not long after they emerged from the barren mountains, the sounds of battle came from ahead.
As they drew closer, Lu Yiping was surprised to see that one side was Li Bin and Yang Gang, who had left the ruined temple last night. The pair was being besieged by a group of experts clad in red robes.
The red robes worn by these experts were especially flamboyant.
"Jilemen." Zhou Cheng twisted his mouth when he saw the red-robed experts. "A bunch of neither-men-nor-women."
Jilemen had quite a reputation on the Divine Martial