My name was Light Dragon. I was not only a Spirit Master, but also a petty thug who relied on violence to threaten civilian vendors and collect protection money.
Because that bitch Ye Xingtong had pulled herself to exhaustion, she had not continued enslaving me, oppressing me, beating and cursing me, or forcing me to dig up Blue Silver Grass roots in the snow.
At night, a red moon hung in the sky.
Drawing on his years of experience stealing chickens, dogs, and picking locks, Light Dragon used a piece of wire to successfully unlock his handcuffs and shackles, then quietly slipped out of Eastsea Academy.
Halfway there, Light Dragon spotted a living goat. A female one, too.
Ninety-nine percent pure. A rare find.
Unaware of the female goat's true identity, Light Dragon wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, a glint flashing through his eyes.
Cradling the sleeping female goat in his arms, Light Dragon ran away from Eastsea Academy.
He returned home.
He sharpened his knife and slaughtered the goat for soup.
Female goat meat smelled a little gamey, and it tasted gamey too. The odor was strong and unpleasant.
But after so many years, Light Dragon had finally eaten normal food. He had finally eaten meat.
Light Dragon ate until his mouth glistened with grease, his face radiated satisfaction, and his entire body felt warm.
Once he was full, he went to sleep.
When Light Dragon woke up, he saw that the female goat he had slaughtered, cooked, and eaten—who should have been nothing but a pile of bones—had somehow come back to life. Every bit of flesh and skin had regrown.
Thinking it was an illusion, Light Dragon rubbed his eyes and took another look.
Yep, it really was a living, intact female goat,