"Alright, alright, my good great-grandson. Go wander around here for a bit. Great-Grandpa's going to ask the Mountain Dragon King for some compensation. Just wait here."
With that, Murong Zhige turned and disappeared.
Murong Huai glanced at Murong Chayue, who was sprawled on the ground, then curiously picked up the jug of wine and sniffed it. He took a small sip and smacked his lips.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. This wine isn't even that good, is it? How could it get you drunk..."
Three seconds later,
Beneath the pavilion, the wine jug still lay on the ground. The only difference was that someone else was now sprawled beside Murong Chayue.
...,
An hour later, in the Dragon Fall Secret Realm.
Inside the central space, Murong Zhige stood before a portal, cursing up a storm.
"I'm just saying, Senior Mountain Dragon King, look at you—old as you are, and still tricking people..."
"You make it sound nice, saying you wanted me to be a guardian here. But let's call it what it is: you wanted me to guard your tomb..."
"Guarding a tomb is something your own descendants should do. I have no obligation to do it..."
"And besides, even if I were your descendant, you shouldn't treat me so unfairly..."
"Look at me. I'm over a hundred and forty, and I've spent seventy or eighty years guarding your tomb. That's more than half my life..."
"..."
After listening to Murong Zhige ramble on and on, the Mountain Dragon King's soul could take no more. He emerged from the portal with an exasperated look.
"You brat! Keep making a racket and see if I don't beat you up!!"
At that, Murong Zhige wasn't the least bit afraid. He simply lay down on the ground and shut his eyes. "Come on, come on!