"So... that's it?"
"More or less."
"But you still haven't fully mastered it, have you?"
"I figure that'll be difficult. Not something I can accomplish in ten or twenty years. Anyway, the thing's with you—it won't get lost. I'm not in a hurry."
"...But I am!"
"What exactly are you afraid of? I'm just a young man and I'm not scared. You're an old man whose hair and beard are practically falling out—what is there for you to fear?"
"I'm afraid someone will swallow me whole and flay me alive. I'm afraid of dying!"
"...Can't you have a little dignity? You're the leader of the mighty evil god faction, for heaven's sake. Could you please save some face?"
"Of course I want face. So give me some face, then—how about staying here for a few more years?"
Sui Xiong let out a deep sigh, feeling utterly helpless.
An old man who looked as though he had already been buried up to the chin was putting on such a shamelessly obstinate act. Worse yet, what he was asking for was his life—something anyone could rightfully ask for anywhere. Sui Xiong truly had no way to refuse him harshly.
Brother Xiong was the sort who yielded to softness but not force. Of course, if the other party was someone loathed by gods and ghosts alike, then neither softness nor force would work on him. Take those people who played sheep when down on their luck and turned into wolves once they got their way—no matter how pitiful they looked, he would only stomp on them in passing, making sure they would never again have the chance to become wolves.
But the Chaos Dragon was not that sort of person. Of course, They could not exactly be called a good person, but whether