"We're here. Get off!"
On his second visit to the Golden Beacon, Anduin already seemed to know the routine. He shook his back, cursing, hoping Tang Qi and the others would stumble as they got out of the "vehicle."
But for Tang Qi, who could steadily record his Journal even in flight, this was clearly nothing to worry about:
"Thank you. Maintaining your balance in flight after losing your tail must have been very difficult."
"Stop bringing that up!"
Anduin opened his mouth with a growl and spat a bone piccolo wrapped in Concentrated Acid onto the ground.
"The Ancestor told me to give you this!"
Tang Qi cleaned the bone flute with Magic Trick. Only when the stench had completely vanished from beneath his nose did he reluctantly cup it in his hands:
"What's this?"
"Blow the flute if you run into trouble."
Anduin awkwardly followed the Ancestor's instructions.
"I'll hear it." "You'll come help me?"
"Only once!"
He snorted.
"You'd better get into trouble soon and use up this chance. Then I'll never have to face that ugly mug of yours again."
"You were clearly the one in the wrong, and now you're taking your anger out on me?" Tang Qi teased.
"I did nothing wrong." Anduin flapped his wings again. "Not everyone is as lazy as the dragon on your shoulder. The sky is our home."
Tang Qi turned to Yiwu.
The little dragon's bright golden eyes were open. Though no longer tired, she still lay lazily on his shoulder-even though she could turn into a real Giant Dragon and take on Anduin's current duties.
But Eve clearly would not do that.
Riding on Tang Qi was better than having Tang Qi ride on her!
"Goodbye, loathsome human." Anduin left without looking back, carrying a little anticipation.