Since the revival of Mount Kunlun, everything was different from before the mountain peaks were lush and vibrant; waterfalls hundreds of kilometers high hung from some cliffs, truly a magnificent and divine sight to behold.
Yellow Ox however, was dispirited; he and the black ox were drowned in self-blame. There were three of them when they headed over to the Vatican, and now only two remained with Chu Feng dead in a foreign land.
He was naturally dispirited and his voice was not much louder than a whisper. This caused Chu Feng to be surprised but he didn’t take long to realize what was wrong.
"Who are you? Speak," Yellow Ox impatiently said.
"I am god," Chu Feng replied, laughing.
At that moment, Yellow Ox’s eyes went wide and his ears stood up, trying to listen more attentively.
"What’s the situation? Why are you so excited?" the black yak looked at him, puzzled.
"I think I have some problems with my ear," Yellow Ox mumbled as he suspected that he had heard wrong.
