Atop Dragon Coiling Mountain, once belonging to the Silver Wolf Tribe, stood two men who seemed as if they had stepped out of a comic book, flawless in their appearance.
Beast God Long Ze was idly shoveling up his own bones with a spade.
Ming Jiu was on the other side, likewise casually helping with the bones.
As he shoveled, Ming Jiu grumbled, "Long Ze, you're the Beast God and supposed to be as strong as a Martial God, so how come you're so easy to beat up?"
Long Ze retorted angrily, "As if it wasn't you who did it! You beat me up like this, and now you're complaining about me? If I hadn't been sleeping, would you brothers have managed to sneak attack me successfully?"
"Those are no excuses; you are a bit weak and need to train harder," Ming Jiu said earnestly.
Grinding his teeth, Long Ze replied, "...Wait until my bones and flesh are back in place. Then shall we have a go?"
Ming Jiu smiled at Long Ze. "Do we have to wait? We can do it now."
