A stick, a tiger, a chicken, and a bug.
Jing Jiu, a Fire Carp, a cicada, and some mosquitoes.
For the small to defeat the large was generally a victory of willpower, but if one was extremely small, victory became much easier.
With the Fire Carp's strength, it would not necessarily fear those mosquitoes, even if they were the mosquitoes from the Demon-Suppressing Prison that even Liu A'da found troublesome.
The crucial problem was that it had no idea what those invisible things were.
The unknown magnified fear tremendously, especially for a little fellow like it, which had never left the earth's core, had yet to fully mature, and was even somewhat afraid of shadows.
Jing Jiu said nothing, seemingly not intending to say anything more to the Fire Carp.
Swishing its tail, the Fire Carp retreated several dozen yards, looking very wary and ready to leap back into the Lava River at any moment. "If I spread word of your collusion with the Nether Department, your reputation will be ruined, and you'll die without a place to be buried!"
Hearing this feeble threat, Jing Jiu was thinking about something else entirely.
Even if the Zhongzhou Sect sent someone to visit it every six hundred years, why was this Fire Carp so fluent?
What puzzled him most was that he kept finding something familiar in its tone.
His silence did not make the atmosphere in the cave any more tense, only somewhat awkward.
All the awkwardness belonged to the Fire Carp.
By now, it had absolutely no desire to fight.
The problem was that, as an Attendant of the Zhongzhou Sect, letting this Green Mountain disciple leave without another word seemed rather too embarrassing.
The Fire Carp suddenly thought of a solution and cried out happily, "Hey, buddy, how about