At the edge of the mountain summit.
Four people and one ox took their seats.
Chen Xun personally brewed tea for the three of them. Even his hands trembled slightly without his noticing, and a few drops of tea spilled onto the table.
Big Black Ox still ran about before them, its laughter unceasing.
Liu Yuan watched them with a smile, watched Chen Xun. She did not say much. That tea could not be drunk; they could only breathe in its fragrance.
"Junior Brother Shi, did you know there are treasures in this Great Age even faster than Sound Transmission Talismans?!" Chen Xun began talking nonsense again, making a great fuss.
"What?!" Shi Jing cried out in surprise, listening earnestly as Chen Xun spoke. "Senior Brother, it seems the Immortal Dao here is extraordinarily flourishing—truly far from ordinary!"
"Of course!"
Chen Xun let out a low growl, lifted his teacup, and drained it in one gulp. "If we had been born in this Great World, the Foundation Establishment Realm would only have been the starting point!"
"Ho." Shi Jing looked even more invigorated. "Senior Brother, are you and Brother Black Ox living well now?"
He asked casually. He was not overly concerned with the Immortal Dao here; he only wanted to ask after them.
"Hehe, very well." Some of Chen Xun's boisterousness faded as he smiled gently. "Look, Senior Brother Ji has already been revived, and my Five Elements Sect has now completely gained a firm foothold in the Great Age."
"Moo moo~~" Big Black Ox ran to Shi Jing's side and gave a light cry. There was no need to worry about them.
Shi Jing nodded gravely. "Senior Brother, then do not let the disciples take part in any Cultivation World wars again. That would cause them to lose