June 1st, no holiday, but plenty of joy.
Northern snow plains.
Under the ice, two bumbling thieves were digging through ice.
"Big Brother, do we really have to keep digging? Weren't you supposed to take me home to sell beef skewers?"
"Shut up, opportunities come with risks, only those who fight will win! What's the future in selling beef?" the elder brother snapped at the younger brother.
"But last time you took me to seek risks, we ended up right in the Beast Taming Sect's jail," the younger brother complained while digging the ice.
"Just tell me if we got what we sought or not. Without that six months in that prison camp, could we have reached Qi Cultivation Peak at First-Layer Great Perfection?" The elder brother swung his pickaxe with loud clangs as he chiseled away.
Younger brother, "Your Great Perfection is useless here, this is the Northern Territory, even a kid from the Demon Race kindergarten who can stand to pee could thrash you."
