Hongjun gazed at the direction where Luohu had disappeared. After hesitating for quite a while, he finally could not help asking, "Dao Venerable, are you really letting Luohu leave just like that? What if he refuses to disassemble himself when the time comes? What should we do then?"
"What can we do? Eat it cold, or toss it in spicy sauce. If he dares to run, I'll catch him and torture him for hundreds of millions of years." When Xuanxiao said this, his expression was as calm as a deep pool, as though he were discussing nothing more than an ordinary matter.
Hiss... Dao Venerable is truly terrifying. Luohu, oh Luohu, you absolutely must run away. I can't wait to see Dao Venerable torment you mercilessly. The Ancestral Dragon and the other two secretly muttered to themselves. Although they did not dare reveal the slightest abnormality on their faces, a faint trace of schadenfreude flickered in their eyes.
"Dao Venerable has always had a good temper. He must have been joking just now, right?" Hongjun's eyes were filled with uncertainty. He kept studying Xuanxiao's face, trying to find the answer in his expression.
What Xuanxiao had just said was completely unlike the steady and gentle Dao Venerable in Hongjun's impression. For a moment, Hongjun found it impossible to tell whether Xuanxiao was joking or being serious.
"As long as Luohu hasn't lost his mind, he should know how to choose. Xuanxiao isn't some kindhearted saint. During World Creation, he killed countless Chaos Demon Gods. If Luohu really dares to run, merely torturing him for billions of years would already count as lenient." Yang Mei had complete faith in Xuanxiao's words.
Not long afterward, Luohu's grand and impassioned voice suddenly rang out through the void:
"Dao Venerable above, I am Luohu!