"Stop, stop, stop! Hold on! Junior Brother Song, don't be too serious. Centipede Ridge spans five thousand miles, the area is vast, how could that little bear happen to pass by us?"
"We've been guarding here for a full six years! Haven't found a single hair, and we have to continue indefinitely. What's wrong with me finding some fun?"
Senior Brother Wen was full of complaints.
Junior Brother Song could only continue to persuade, "Even so, Senior Brother Wen, the current situation in the West Wilderness is the result of the Cloud Cauldron Nine Cities Alliance's thousands of years of diligent efforts, generations of Human Race forefathers, sacrificing themselves and bearing huge costs and sacrifices to suppress the West Desolate Demon Race to today's situation, we must not become careless—"
