The white deer looked down on the green ox with disdain.
"Look at you, so unambitious. It's such a rare occasion for us to come down to the Lower Realm, and the master isn't here. Shouldn't we go out and have some fun?"
"You don't know about the Monkey King's capabilities."
The green ox snorted coldly: "If you have the guts to go out, I'll even call you Grandpa."
After speaking, it continued to lower its head and started nibbling on the grass again.
"What's so tasty about this fodder? I won't eat it. I don't believe the Monkey King would dare to starve me!"
The white deer said.
No sooner had it finished speaking than a Deer Demon came in holding fodder. The white deer looked up and its eyes bulged out.
"Immortal, please eat."
The Deer Demon walked up to the white deer, bent down, and placed the fodder down.
