"No, call it mine! Call it Wang Laowu!"
"What Wang Laowu? Your surname is Zhao."
"What does that have to do with my surname?"
"How does it not have anything to do with it?"
"Stop arguing. Let's just call it 'Keep Playing the Music, Keep Dancing.'"
"No!"
"No!"
"..."
Da Piao Liang followed behind the four with his index finger in his mouth, utterly bewildered and unable to understand what they were doing.
He pulled out the wine flask he had swiped from Dao Wushuang and continued drinking. Not bad—this water was quite sweet and wonderfully soothing on the throat.
He was very curious how such a tiny thing could hold water that never seemed to run out.
He peered into the mouth of the flask, his face full of curiosity.
Beneath the starry sky, four people argued while a huge pink fellow cradled a wine flask and studied it, forming a peculiar scene.
"If I weren't sealed, I'd definitely roll up my sleeves and beat you all up," the Nether Child shouted.
Then he got beaten up. His low cultivation put him at a disadvantage, and the other three could hit him however they pleased; their cultivation was far above his.
"Your butt is pretty soft too," Dao Wushuang said with a laugh, flicking the Nether Child's backside.
"Easy! Don't flick it till it explodes!" the Nether Child cried out in pain.
He was dissatisfied beyond all measure. He had already decided to contact the Nether Lord, have him remove the seal, and lend him some power.
He would give these three a good beating!
Was the butt of the dignified Nether Child of the Dark World something just anyone could touch?
As the four argued, they gradually approached a large world.
Since none of the five had concealed