The six-winged snake poked its head into the shop and inhaled at the Gray Flood Dragon, sucking away the binding seals wrapped around him.
Freed at last, the Gray Flood Dragon drew back his tail and long neck. The scales over his body vanished as he swiftly took human form. After tidying himself up, he looked fairly presentable, his handsome sideburns lending him an air of refinement. He had wanted to take out a fan and put on the airs of a graceful gentleman, but decided it might not be appropriate and gave up.
Bai Moulong and the Gray Flood Dragon chatted idly for a while.
After putting away the General Store Pavilion, kneading it into an ornament, and stowing it away, she remembered that the greasy-haired muscleman was still lying in the pit.
Bai Yujun glanced at the greasy-haired man and lifted the seal.
Realizing he could move again, the old fellow hurriedly scrambled to his feet. He cast a Cleansing Technique to rid himself of dust, then sidled up to the Gray Flood Dragon without forgetting to fix his hair.
"Father, where did such a formidable enemy come from? Has the matter been settled now?"
Smack!
The Gray Flood Dragon slapped his son's hairstyle apart.
"You bastard! How dare you behave so disgracefully before Her Highness! Put some clothes on, now!"
As he spoke, he casually pulled out a garment and threw it over his son, sealing the boy's mouth at the same time. A father knew his son best. Given his temperament, he would surely offend this White Dragon within the time it took to burn an incense stick. If things went badly, he might even drag his father down with him. The descendants with merely average cultivation talent were far less troublesome.
Seeing Bai Yujun withdraw