On the dragon carriage, Zhou Qiyun looked up at the giant serpent before him, his white brows furrowing slightly. Though his dragon carriage was a treasure, it could not fit this enormous creature.
Earlier, Yuan Qi had been about thirteen or fourteen zhang long and could lie straight inside the dragon carriage. Now, not only had he grown longer, but he had also become much thicker. Even curled up, he barely fit inside.
Yuan Weiyang looked up at Yuan Qi and advised, "It's only been a few days, and you've already gotten this fat? You should lose some weight."
Yuan Qi sneered. "No chance!"
Xu Ying said to Zhou Qiyun, "Old Ancestor Zhou, there's no need to worry. He cultivated True Cultivation of the Flood Dragon and can change his size, so the dragon carriage can still hold him. Little Seven, make yourself smaller."
Yuan Qi shouted, "Little Ying, don't call me Little Seven anymore. Call me Seventh Master Niu!"
With that, he activated True Cultivation of the Flood Dragon and struggled for quite a while. He seemed to have become just a tiny bit smaller.
Xu Ying turned his head and said to Zhou Qiyun, "Old Ancestor Zhou, can your dragon carriage become just a little bigger?"
In the end, they came up with a compromise: they stuffed Yuan Qi into the carriage, leaving his head sticking out. Even so, the inside of the dragon carriage was somewhat cramped.
Zhou Qiyun entered the carriage and squeezed in with Xu Ying and the others. This great figure did not mind in the slightest. As long as you had talent and were useful to him, he could tolerate you as much as possible.
But if you were useless, then you were in danger.
The several divine dragons pulling the dragon carriage