"Why does my martial uncle not cultivate? Didn't they say his cultivation was extremely arduous?"
"I have no idea!"
"He lays on the lawn every day herding cattle… uh… there's also a little black dog."
"Add an Earth Chicken to that."
Over the months, this had become a most frequently discussed topic.
The three Peak Masters, Nangong Jue, Mo Wuwei, and Zhuge Wushuang, had twitching corners of their mouths. No one could be certain about Chen Pingping's cultivation, but no one dared to question his strength.
「Qingfeng!」
It was another ordinary day. If nothing unexpected occurred, Chen Pingping would be lying on the lawn, basking in the sunlight.
Not far off, Lao Huang the ox seemed content.
The little black dog was as lively as ever, running around, occasionally teasing Lao Huang and the Earth Chicken…
The latter rolled its eyes repeatedly and cursed internally. Only Mao Qiu remained calm throughout.
