"Fine, fine, fine, you're good, I, the Immortal, admit defeat!"
"Look there, we have some incoming guests. What kind of system is there in all this fighting and causing a ruckus? It might not be a disgrace to your Frog Clan, but it is a disgrace to my Feather Clan!"
In the Manor, Goose Immortal was darting around evading, with GuaGua relentlessly pursuing him from behind.
The former was frustrated and helpless.
The latter was enjoying it to no end, gathering high spirits from the game.
"So this is a Blood Covenant Fond Spirit? A talking goose?"
The three disciples looked at the scene before them, exchanging glances.
Li Jingming managed to hold back his surprise, muttering to himself:
"Many rustic villages will raise some poultry."
"Among them, goose spirits, like roosters and local dogs, are often known as the village bullies."
"I've heard that virtually all geese have a strong territorial sense."
Wang Xinfei began somewhat hazily:
