Zhen Bei took a bite of the flatbread, chewed twice, and had not expected it to be so delicious.
"Since that's the case, then go vent your fury properly. As you said, intimidate, threaten, and suppress the Devil Race, so that all living beings face fewer obstacles."
He wolfed down the rest in a few bites.
He looked around but could not find a napkin, so he wiped his hands on the sleeping Fat Tiger, then habitually sniffed them.
To his surprise, a thick medicinal fragrance rushed straight into his head, making his skull ache...
He hurriedly formed a ball of water and scrubbed his hands hard, then moved his meditation cushion farther away from Fat Tiger, wondering just how many Spirit Pills and miraculous medicines the fellow had eaten.
He accepted another warm flatbread from Bai Yujun.
After thinking for a moment, he said,
"Ever since you threw me into that chaotic world, it's been a long time since I went home to take a look."
Bai Yujun turned to look at him.
With flatbread in his mouth, Zhen Bei's words came out somewhat muffled.
"You haven't returned to your old home in a long time either, have you? How about finding a time to go back and visit? My wife wants to see what the modern age looks like too. You know, when she left, it was during the changing of dynasties, when war and turmoil ran rampant. I want to take her back home for a walk."
Then, remembering something, he added,
"How about taking a few dragons back to Earth? Young Dragons would be fine."
Who knew that after hearing this, Bai Yujun merely continued making flatbreads, casually placing several sweet potatoes into the gaps between the patterns on the surface of the Eight Trigrams Furnace.