" You owe me a promise," the Wolf King said to Li Mu Yang.
To Qian Du, Lin Cang Hai, and the others, this sounded completely absurd.
They had been mortal enemies just moments ago, fighting as if they wanted each other dead. Now the wolf was demanding a promise from someone else. What kind of act was this supposed to be?
Even those trashy romance novels by third-rate bards wouldn't dare write something like this, would they? The readers would curse them to hell.
Only Li Mu Yang understood what it meant. It wasn't asking him for a promise—it wanted to demand one from that old dragon.
But why should he repay a debt incurred by that old dragon?
Besides, when the debtor died, shouldn't the debt die with him? The old dragon was already gone, so the debt should have vanished too, right? Since when did a dragon's debt have to be repaid by a human?
"I don't know him."
Li Mu Yang's first reaction was to refuse. He certainly wasn't willing to pile an inexplicable debt onto himself. He was a cautious man, with more than a little pettiness in him.
But after a brief hesitation, Li Mu Yang decided to figure out what this was really about.
Who knew whether that old dragon had asked the wolf to take it as a minion, or wanted to offer the countless treasures in its cave to the Dragon King? Perhaps the Dragon King had agreed, but had never found the time to collect them.
All right, Li Mu Yang had always been a child with a vivid imagination. He had even once dreamed of becoming a great writer.
He had shown one of his completed novels to Li Sinian. After she disdainfully declared it "ugly as sin," his