The Son of the Fate Energy, Zhang Ziyu, felt as if he were dreaming. He approached Liu Dayao and whispered, "That chicken? Is it preaching to others?"
Liu Dayao nodded. "Yes, Mr. Zhang, that's right."
The two exchanged a glance, their expressions incredibly vivid.
Just now, a little black dog had been teaching others the Sword Dao, and now... a chicken was instructing others in cultivation seals.
Oh?
Not far away, there was another one, an Eight Treasures Chicken.
It strutted back and forth, holding its head high. When its gaze flicked over the two men, it was filled with disdain and contempt.
Liu Dayao was startled. "Mr. Zhang, that chicken is mocking you."
According to Mr. Zhang's temperament, if someone dared to mock him, he would draw his sword in minutes to teach that fellow a lesson.
But this was Chen Pingping's home.
