White Duck actually had a Dao title in the Fu Shi Religion as well.
Title: Mountain-Sitting Duck.
Its Dao artifact bore water, while its Dao title bore mountain, concealing the meaning of mountains and waters, heaven and earth; its Dao heart was clear and pure.
White Duck was utterly despondent. It suddenly seemed to go mad, wanting to sit Chen Xun to death with its backside, only to be suppressed again in an instant, leaving it completely without temper...
Though it was still dazed and muddleheaded, it did not forget to take away plenty of water from the Ink Spirit Immortal Pool before leaving.
When Chen Xun had suppressed it just now, the duck had also taken the chance to gulp down quite a lot. It was sly as a ghost.
By the time it strutted to the end of the formation with the gait of one who recognized neither kin nor kinship, its eye sockets bulged. It suddenly roared, "Sixth Junior Brother, your paintings are truly hideous!! Quack~~!!!"
Rumble...
The clouds and mist in the firmament trembled as a bolt of lightning suddenly chopped down.
Crackle, crackle!
Mountain-Sitting Duck's eyes went blank, its entire body stiffening as it slowly fell to the ground, as though it had encountered an insurmountable abyss. Its black feathers became even blacker—charred black.
On the mountain.
Chen Xun's smile vanished. He snorted coldly, trembling with rage. "Insolence! You dare disrupt my Dao heart...!"
Still, he found those black feathers much more pleasing to the eye now. He did rather like black.
"Moo?"
In a daze, an honest, guileless bull's bellow entered Chen Xun's mind. The anger on his face gradually subsided, and his expression became tranquil once more.
Later.
It was said that Mountain-Sitting Duck wailed and cried within its cave abode for several