(Comic version Xiao Xiao artwork)
"Ancestor Yu Xiaogang's Luo Sanpao had Golden Dragon blood flowing through its veins."
The more excited he became, the more animated he grew. When he raised his head, a small clump of dried matter fell from the patch on his scalp that had been whitened by bird droppings, landing squarely in his slightly open mouth.
Mu En froze, smacked his lips, then frowned deeply at the fishy, bitter taste. He spat several times before wiping the corner of his mouth with a livid expression.
Beibei, meanwhile, looked as though he had been struck by lightning. He stood rooted to the spot, his eyes gradually lighting up.
Luo Sanpao... was stronger than the Radiant Holy Dragon?!
After recovering, Mu En wiped his mouth and regained some of his composure.
"Since your Martial Soul has evolved into Luo Sanpao, you need to find people whose Martial Souls can resonate with yours. Back then, Ancestor Yu Xiaogang joined forces with Flender and Liu Erlong to use a Martial Soul Fusion Skill and summon the Golden Holy Dragon."
Beibei was completely engrossed, even softening his breathing.
He stared fixedly at the clump of white grime that had hardened atop Mu En's head. His throat bobbed as if he wanted to say something, but he kept silent.
That spot... directly above it was the rooftop I climbed onto earlier. Could that not have been bird shit...
Only then did Mu En notice how frail Beibei looked, as if a gust of wind could knock him over.
His cheekbones jutted out, his eye sockets were sunken, and even standing made him tremble. He looked like every drop of moisture had been drained from him.
Mu En frowned. "How did you end up like this, kid?"
Beibei lowered his head, his voice