Let's leave it at two updates today. I know posting less is wrong, it's a mistake, and I'm letting everyone down!
But Lunar New Year is almost here! Going out for a stroll, catching up with old classmates, knocking back a few drinks at a bar opened by a classmate—all that takes time!
So, with today's two updates done, please don't flame me! I'm out!
"A... donkey!"
Yin Gang glared, fire blazing from his eyes, at the donkey spewing foul-mouthed abuse. "Is your true form an Abyssal Demon Lord, a dragon beyond the Saint realm, or perhaps a primordial dragon? Could you be one of those evil spirits that existed during the ancient divine wars?"
The donkey blinked his watery eyes, sniffed, and swaggered around Yin Gang in a circle, swinging his legs carelessly.
"Demons! Dragons! Primordial dragons! And primordial evil spirits!" The donkey shook his head, his two long ears flapping violently. "I don't know what the hell you little bastard are talking about. I'm just a cute donkey—the purest donkey beneath heaven and earth, as pure as a thirteen-year-old girl's chest!"
Drawing a deep breath, the donkey spread his forehooves and sighed. "Why would you suspect me of being those unreliable lowly creatures? Of course, they are very lowly."
A strange gray glimmer flashed through the donkey's eyes. Blinking, he muttered under his breath, "Primordial dragons are lowly? Ah, that does seem familiar? Primordial dragons... those primordial dragons of every attribute really didn't seem all that formidable. They were merely slightly higher-grade cannon fodder. Uh, why do I know that?"
Shaking his head, the donkey naturally flung those questions beyond the nine heavens. He had long grown accustomed to ignoring these occasional brain spasms—memories that would suddenly emerge from certain fragments deep within his mind. He looked