Xigui burst out laughing, pointing at Sikong Master's crotch, and said, "No matter what, you pee squatting, your chest muscles are so well-developed they could feed a child, and you're telling me you're a man? Who would believe that?"
Damn, Sikong pretended to be annoyed, "Are you deliberately trying to pick a fight with me?"
"I, Lord Turtle, don't have the luxury of time. I'm freezing my ass off."
Xigui shivered and couldn't help but shrink his neck. He's a Turtle Spirit, and what do turtles fear the most? The cold, of course.
In the dead of winter, turtles need to hibernate. Right now, they're in the ice fields of the Northern Hemisphere at tens of degrees below zero. The only reason he can still breathe is due to cultivation; the warm current of True Qi dispersed some of the cold, otherwise he'd have frozen stiff.
"I wonder if Brother Li has gotten the Heaven Covering Scroll."
Sikong Master, with frost on his eyebrows, reminded, "Why don't you call him and ask?"
