—Three years later, in the Dragon Spine Mountain Range.
"Murong Huai, you son of a bitch! Get your ass over here!!!"
A furious roar rang out from deep within the Dragon Spine Mountain Range. Its thunderous voice sent every Soul Beast that heard it fleeing. Even the few Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts couldn't help grumbling,
"I'm so sick of it. That Wind Dragon can't go a single day without making a racket. It's driving me crazy!"
"Damn it, I really want to poison that bastard mute!"
"It's that kid from the Murong Clan, isn't it? Three generations of that family, and not one of them knows how to behave."
"That Wind Dragon's pretty pitiful, getting bullied one after another by three generations of the same family."
"Ah, what can you do? The kid's got a great-grandfather to back him up."
"..."
"Hey, Wind Dragon, you said you were sick of growing so slowly, didn't you? I'm just helping you out!"
Murong Huai sped through the mountains, with the Wind Dragon in hot pursuit. Hearing what Murong Huai said, the Wind Dragon flew into a rage.
"Fuck you—"
"I said my cultivation was growing too slowly, not me!"
"I want cultivation, not fat! I'm a dragon, not a pig!"
"And... who the hell told you to sterilize me?!"
"Damn it, if I hadn't woken up just in time... you would've gotten away with it!"
Hearing the Wind Dragon's furious cursing, Murong Huai burst out laughing and sped up again.
"Come on, you were pretending to be asleep and wouldn't spar with me..."
"Bullshit! You win, then say I went easy on you and you're not satisfied!"
"I lose, then that fossil in your family says I bullied you and beats the hell out of me. Fuck you—"
The Wind Dragon was