Outside the Immortal Peach Banquet, melancholy was written all over the ox's face.
He lay beside the stone that was wrapped by the immortal rope and swayed his tail in boredom.
He was really tied up.
Changshou, oh no, the Great Daoist Master had instructed me to call him Senior Brother Changgeng.
Senior Brother Changgeng is too focused on stability. He's so insistent on carrying out the Grand Supreme Elder's orders entirely!
It's not like I haven't developed intelligence yet. To put it bluntly, there are less than ten people present who can defeat me in a fight!
Forget it. I have to act like a mount. I have to rest wherever I am shackled.
Moo…
The ox opened its mouth, and a vortex appeared in its throat. An immortal peach flew out from it, and it bit into it before chewing comfortably.
