Hell Forest, Twinheart Lake.
Daoist Yunxiong stood by the lake, gazing at the churning waters as they twisted and shifted between stillness and violent, dark red movement.
It's been two months. I wonder if Xiuer can tame the Dual Heart Mirror.
"You don't even have confidence in your own disciple," Daoist Priest Yunqing said boredly as he sat cross-legged, lifting his eyelids to shoot a glance at Daoist Yunxiong. "I think you don't care much about this disciple of yours. How about you let me have him, and I'll owe you one."
"Bah!"
A waterfall of saliva was blocked by the Body-Protecting True Gang of Daoist Priest Yunqing, as Daoist Yunxiong snorted a blob of mucus at him.
"Keep dreaming. You can have my disciple over my dead body!"
"You're playing dirty, huh? Let's see you deal with a millennium's worth of my phlegm…"
"Enough! Quit it, a big one's coming."
Taoist Yun Yang's words stopped the impending spit war between Daoist Yunxiong and Daoist Priest Yunqing just in time.
