On the road.
They walked farther and farther away, their steps ordinary.
"Brother Xun."
"I'm here."
"Do we have enough family assets?"
"Of course. Why ask that?" Chen Xun's voice was warm and gentle.
"Hehe."
Little Crimson gave a rather sleazy grin, its laughter equally sleazy. "Brother Xun, actually, ninety percent of the family assets stored in my Cave Heaven Myriad Realms are Image Recording Stones. Some recorded us scavenging, some recorded us traveling across the Three Thousand Great Worlds, and many more recorded the Immortal Realm..."
"Hehe."
Chen Xun's breathing stalled slightly. Teasingly, he said, "I told you to cultivate properly. Why are you always neglecting proper business? You dug up so many mineral veins—where are the treasures?"
"They're all at home."
The smile on Little Crimson's face also turned warm as it said haltingly, "...Brother Xun, if our family goes bankrupt someday, you can still use mine. Thinking about it, I haven't really helped you much along the way. It's good... good enough if I can build up a little more of a foundation for the family..."
"Fuck you..." Chen Xun laughed and cursed as he looked down the road ahead, though his voice had begun to tremble, strangely distorted.
"Really, Brother Xun... It started back in the Forbidden Sea—Demon Nest." Little Crimson smiled with difficulty, as though it desperately wanted to explain.
"Mhm. I know."
Suddenly, Chen Xun's tone became serious as well. Little Crimson was somewhat different today from before; he could not joke around with it.
Big Black Ox walked silently beside them, his expression grave.
No matter how long those years had passed, they would never become blurred, nor would they ever forget them. Little Crimson had always been frugal. Back then, it had even been reluctant to eat the spiritual medicines they gave