Dragon's Roar echoed through the little courtyard.
The Moon Elder jolted awake. He hurriedly tried to rise, only to find his neck clutched tight, leaving him unable to straighten his back...
Bai Yujun's small hand gripped the old man's neck, but her height kept her from lifting him. Instead, she forced the Moon Elder to bow his head. The sight was rather comical; after taking human form, there were always some things one simply could not bear.
"Why is the fairy doing this... ow..."
"Still playing dumb! You, a battle-power-five weakling of an old immortal—have you forgotten sneaking up to ambush this dragon from behind?"
"Ow... a misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding..."
Her little hand was like an iron clamp, impossible to break free from.
This battle-power-five weakling before her was famous throughout the world. The Moon Elder wore a mysterious cloth pouch at his waist, and with a casual movement of his old hands, could alter the course of lives. Unlike other immortals, the Moon Elder was White-haired and Youthful Complexion, dressed like an utterly ordinary old man from the mortal world.
Bai Yujun was genuinely afraid of squeezing the old man to death.
She could only release her claws resentfully. Scaring him was enough. If she really squeezed him to death, it would surely cause a major incident; all those young men and women who prayed to the Moon Elder for marriage lots every day would probably scratch her to death.
"Behave yourself, or this dragon will ram herself to death against you!"
"You are..."
The Moon Elder straightened his waist tremblingly.
When he clearly saw the pair of branch-like dragon horns before him, his old eyes widened round, and his face turned bitter.
Bai Yujun curiously glanced at the Moon Elder's cloth pouch.
It bulged heavily