"What do you know."
Goose Immortal flapped his wings, nonchalantly saying:
"This Immortal is just testing the waters."
"If I could pack up and carry away all the Holy Saint Veins from the altar, not to mention the Holy Nest, just by the Human Master raising a call to arms, I too could establish my own sect. How could such days not be comfortable?"
"Yi!" GuaGua made a face and continued to lecture:
"It's clearly your passionate 'great cause,' yet you insist on blaming it on Big Tadpole. Shame, shame, shame!"
"This Immortal is being prepared for unforeseen events."
Goose Immortal, holding up his large wings, pretended to embrace the sky, speaking passionately:
"One day, we will stand at the end of this world."
"By that time, mortals will view us as legends of the vast wilderness, and cultivators will see us as powerful sacred spirits. If there are trivial matters, surely we shouldn't have to handle them ourselves, right?"