Yellow Ox wrote on the ground. It did not want to leave yet, and it still maintained a firm attitude.
The black yak was on the edge of losing it. "This is not the time for you to dawdle and waste time here!" the black yak shouted. After its hot temper cooled down, it cast a sidelong glance at the calf. There was a nagging instinct within the yak that was telling it that there was something strange about the calf’s behavior. Behind all this dawdling, there must have been a reason.
"Chu Feng had saved my life once. I want to repay him, so before I leave, I want to pass on everything that I’ve mastered to him!" Yellow Ox told a barefaced lie.
The calf still wanted to hold out to the last. It would be dissatisfied unless the seeds sprouted and flowered.
"No, I’m fine. There’s not much you can teach anyway. Hurry up and leave!" Chu Feng pulled the rug from under Yellow Ox’s feet.
