Soft Feather blinked. "Turned gold overnight? Dyed?"
"He deserved a beating," Song Shuhang said with a nod.
Who knew what method Song Blockhead had used to turn White Dragon into a golden dragon... even more terrifyingly, the Golden Dragon Progenitor had been unable to remove that "gold" for all those years afterward. A perfectly good white dragon had ended up recorded in dragon history as the illustrious "Golden Dragon Progenitor." That hurt.
Where had Song Blockhead bought his dye? And where had he learned his painting skills? How had he managed to paint a white dragon evenly gold?
In short, the Golden Dragon Progenitor had already shown him considerable mercy by only beating him until he cried. If it had been Song Shuhang, he would have dunked Song Blockhead in the dye as well and turned him gold... no, silver would have been better! Let him stay "stylish silver" for the rest of his life.
Wait... where had he bought that dyeing technique?
Back then, Song Blockhead had not been particularly strong. Hadn't he still been at the stage where people frequently beat him until he cried, sending him running to the Golden Dragon Progenitor to avenge him?
With that level of strength, he shouldn't have possessed a method to turn White Dragon, who was at least a Tribulation Immortal, into a golden dragon. So he had probably bought that dyeing technique somewhere?
There seemed to be only one person in the Myriad Heavens and Realms who could sell something like that.
Everything Can Be Sold... could that big shot have sold something to Song Blockhead? The merchant draped in a bedsheet was the first person who sprang to Song Shuhang's mind.
Ahem, better not bring that up.
Everything Can Be Sold had already been having a miserable time lately.