Upon hearing this.
Big Black Ox and Little Crimson froze. Old Duck, what a bizarre train of thought you had.
They had long grown accustomed to Chen Xun's habit of acknowledging enemies as his good sons, and never took it seriously.
Big Black Ox in particular—Chen Xun had liked to acknowledge him as his father ever since Wang Tianming of Wang Family Village...
Yet at this moment, He Ling furrowed her brows deeply.
She did not like hearing this senior Black Duck speak. It made her feel rather uncomfortable.
"Duck." Chen Xun was quite well-mannered. He smiled faintly, seemingly not taking offense, before changing the subject. "This Yangtze River is a water route we discovered. It is tucked amid countless immortal mountains and is difficult to find."
The river shimmered with rippling light, a faint water mist rising from its surface. The vast mountain ranges around them carried no sense of oppression; instead, they made one's state of mind feel exceptionally open.
"Quack quack~"
Black Duck laughed as it looked around in every direction. "I like traveling by water. Look at how this water embraces mountains and rivers, balancing hardness and softness; the highest goodness is like water, yielding to every shape..."
As it spoke those final words, recollection flashed through its eyes. They deepened considerably, as though it had recalled something from that year.
Qian Wuhen sat cross-legged at the end of the wooden raft and cast Black Duck a seemingly casual glance.
Old Dad has his eye on you. Sooner or later, you'll be dealt with.
With hands behind his back, Chen Xun looked over the waters and land, then laughed loudly. "These mountains and waters are still the most delightful. Old Ox, cast a line."
"Moo moo?"
"Next time."
Chen Xun pondered. Big Black Ox had asked