"Junior Brother, over there, a bit more on that side. Go deeper, don't stop."
"Yes, yes." Wang Qi caressed Mi's head, then tapped the ring on his hand, "Old man, you heard that, right?"
"When did I become your laborer..." Zhen Chan complained from inside the ring, then commanded the Yellow Robed King's body to keep digging, "Besides, I am a Mahayana Cultivator! Mahayana! Not your underling for digging up rocks!"
Mi retorted, "Is Mahayana that amazing?"
"Heh heh... heh heh... As an original member of the Human Clan, I don't compete with you, Alien Clan."
Zhen Chan must have been on the verge of a breakdown as he said this. He had cultivated arduously for how many years just to achieve longevity. Yet here he was, alongside someone who was born a Longevity Guest. How could he remain composed?
