Little Lion stood upright on its humanlike legs, its two front paws planted on a nonexistent waist as it glared fiercely at Jiang Ping An, looking adorably ferocious as if to say, "Try laughing again."
Before Jiang Ping An could speak, Tuanzi beside him raised its yellow tail and, with a smack, sent Little Lion spinning away.
"What did Master teach us before? Keep a low profile when we're outside! How many times have I told you? Why are you still so arrogant? Do you want to get caught and used to prop up a table?"
Tuanzi lectured in an old-fashioned tone, acting like some big boss.
Then it turned its tiny head toward Jiang Ping An and said in a tone that tried hard to sound composed:
"Fellow Daoist, my little brother is ignorant and has offended you. I hope you can forgive him..."
Halfway through its apology, it suddenly stopped. Its ruby-like eyes blinked as it carefully stared at the blood-covered figure whose aura felt strangely familiar.
Seeing Tuanzi trying so hard to act mature and sensible, Jiang Ping An felt an indescribable warmth and comfort rise within him.
With a thought, the dried blood on his body was instantly absorbed back into him. Under the surge of vigorous life force, his damaged skin and bones rapidly healed, restoring his original appearance and physique.
Little Lion had just climbed back up and was about to complain when it saw Jiang Ping An's true face. Its round eyes widened instantly, and it jumped up with a shout:
"Holy shit! This bastard has some nerve! He actually dared to disguise himself as the big boss! Aren't we going to beat him up? Boss Tuanzi, take him down!"
Yet the shoulder-to-shoulder battle it imagined never happened.
"Master!!"
The instant Tuanzi saw