The black savage bull looked at Yang Shi, and froze.
"Vice Sect Master Yang, why must things come to this?"
At this moment, behind Yang Shi, Ding Zhen, clad in a green Daoist robe, flew over, Cat Soul Feather was sitting on a tree branch, Yang Fujian approached by flying sword, and Yang Fuqing dragged her treasure pagoda while stepping on a long-haired parrot.
Such a lineup made the black savage bull despair, and it roared:
"Why!?"
"I've contributed to the Xuan Stone Sect, risked my life!"
"I've helped you catch members of the Demon Clan, I've even saved lost Cultivators!"
"Sect Leader Ding, didn't we kill a disobedient Golden Core python together, have you forgotten?"
"Little kitty, when you were living in the Devil Wind Forest as a youngster, did I ever bully you?"
"Yang Fujian, to advance his realm, your Martial Cultivator killed my great-grandson; did I ever seek revenge on them?"
