Mo Ganyun's fury suddenly broke free of his control. "Bullshit! I cultivated desperately for this! What do you mean, I got it by eating shit? Besides, if I don't say anything, does that mean I never ate it?"
"What are you arguing about? If you hadn't eaten shit, would you have had this motivation?"
Dong Yunyu spoke with righteous conviction. "Do you think you can argue your way out of this?"
"Fuck..."
Mo Ganyun fell silent.
Because... there really wasn't.
If it hadn't been to escape from eating that shit, he... well, he really wouldn't have had the drive to practice all these years. At the very least, he definitely wouldn't have worked this desperately.
The two of them were talking with helpless expressions.
A rustling sound arose outside the courtyard. A Little Flood Dragon, only as thick as a thigh and over six meters long, slithered in. Its pair of innocent, sparkling eyes flashed with excitement. "Awoosh, hiss, awoosh, hiss..."
Aw, dear friends, come out and play with me.
It was the egg Dong Yunyu had stolen back then.
It had finally hatched, and it had already grown this big.
After discovering that this place was exceptionally clean, the Little Flood Dragon came to play with the two of them every few days.
They had grown very familiar with each other.
The little fellow had no idea that, back when it was still inside the egg, it had nearly ended up in the stomachs of the two fellows in front of it. Every time it saw them, it was extraordinarily affectionate.
"We were just about to find your mom to ask for leave."
Mo Ganyun and Dong Yunyu had grown familiar with the Flood Dragon over these twelve years.
When they had nothing else to do, they could even