The Two-Faced Old Ox

While the young man crouched there with a smug grin on his face, a cold laugh suddenly rang out beside him.

"Hmph. Seeing how smugly you're grinning, you must have just done something underhanded, hadn't you?"

The young man immediately rose to his feet and looked behind him. A man stood there, neither burly nor imposing in appearance, looking instead like a farmhand, his face filled with mockery as he watched him.

Upon seeing this man, the young man still smiled at him, but it was completely different from how he had looked at the woodcutter going down the mountain earlier.

"Well, if it isn't Master Niu. You finally came? I was merely admiring the scenery!"

The one who had appeared behind the young man was Niu Batian. He did not think much of the young man before him, but no matter how displeased he was with him, it was not a good time to strike him.

"Admiring the scenery?"

Old Ox grinned and grabbed the young man by the arm.

"Come, come, come. Bring me into Summit Ferry. Old Ox can't stand the inspections by those Moon Deer Mountain cultivators. Use that method of yours to help me out."

The young man only felt a searing pain in his arm. Though the other party seemed to have grabbed him lightly, it felt as though he were about to crush his limb to pieces.

This Brute Ox...

"Fine, fine, fine, I'll help you, I'll help you! Let go first!"

"What, you're so delicate and tender-skinned. Don't tell me you're some little girl? You can't even take the strength of Old Ox's light grip?"

Old Ox's gaze swept up and down the young man. At first, he had seemed absentminded, but the longer he looked, the more serious his eyes became.