Qiu Luoye rolled up his sleeves and said: "Old Qi, you go out first."
A quarter of an hour later, Shui Yongquan's face was bruised and swollen, but he was still laughing heartily: "Qiu Daxiang, I've got your number for life."
Qiu Luoye couldn't quite understand: "How could your cultivation level be higher than mine? Aren't the territories about the same? Just relying on a few Strange Monsters, how did you manage to get to the Third Layer?"
Shui Yongquan didn't want to speak, but couldn't hold it in: "Do you still remember, back in the days, when the two of us hosted a gathering, inviting dozens of Local Deities to have a party in our territory?"
Qiu Luoye nodded: "I remember, you said that by getting along well with neighbors, we would have someone to rely on. That bunch of scoundrels talked big, feasting and drinking in our place for three whole days, yet when we needed help later, not a single one showed up!"
