In a secluded corner.
Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Deep breaths!
With one hand pressed against her chest and the other braced against the wall, the True Dragon of Shenzhou gasped for breath, her face flushed as she cursed furiously.
"That damn scumbag! What the hell did he stuff into me...? Was he messing with me? Damn it!! You old bastard!!"
Her face felt so hot it could boil water.
"I'm done for, I'm done for. How am I supposed to face anyone from now on...?"
The enraged True Dragon of Shenzhou frantically slapped at the noisy... air in front of her face with both hands.
Just then, she saw Oni nearby, using her power to carve into a stone, seemingly shaping something.
A stone coffin?
Ah Xiruo frowned and walked over. "Little brat, you're still here? Weren't you going to earn money to pay off your debt?"
"What's it to you, you nosy old hag?" Oni bared her teeth at once. "Get lost!"
The True Dragon of Shenzhou instantly raised her palm.
Kelibusuo instinctively closed her eyes and hunched her neck—she had been beaten into developing a trauma.
Ah Xiruo sighed. The raised palm suddenly swept out, and a streak of sword light burst forth. The stone Oni had been shaping was instantly cut into another form.
"You?"
"Were you planning to make a stone box to put your father in?"
"Holy Lord said that because of the pain in his heart, Father would have a hard time willingly waking up..." Oni said helplessly. "I don't currently have any item capable of holding a living person... This is only a last resort! Once I get out, I'll naturally find the finest item to accommodate my father..."
"Tsk, with craftsmanship like yours? You made it look exactly like a coffin!" The