Niu Batian and Lord Lu had braved the Demon Manor and Devil's Den together, faced crises together, confronted powerful enemies together, and weathered decades of storms together. Who would have thought that Lord Lu, this thick-browed, big-eyed fellow, had concealed something so important from him all this time? He—damn it—was Mister Ji's disciple?
"You hid this from me for so long?"
Lord Lu looked at Old Ox. A rare hint of apology appeared on the tiger body human face of his Lu Wu True Form.
"Brother Niu, Lu had no intention of hiding it, but I am indeed Honored Master's Personal Disciple."
By then, the two demons had already flown into Mount Heng. A terrifying bearing condensed around Niu Batian, yet unlike his fierce appearance, he made an annoyed gesture of patting his head.
"Ah, Old Ox should've thought of it long ago. You always cultivated faster than me, even faster and faster as time went on. There had to be something fishy about that. By all rights, I, Niu Batian, am blessed with peerless talent—how could I lose to a tiger demon like you?"
"Ha ha ha ha..."
Lord Lu burst into laughter. For Old Ox to put it that way meant he harbored no resentment whatsoever. With his extremely intelligent mind, perhaps he had already guessed some of it long before, merely never saying it aloud.
Old Ox and Lord Lu had only just flown into the mountains when the Mountain God naturally heard their conversation. At that moment, the long mountain range of Mount Heng trembled, and he spoke to interrupt them.
"Ji Yuan's esteemed disciple is indeed extraordinary. But the demons ahead are too powerful; even I find it difficult to control the situation. It was no easy feat for you two to cultivate to such