"Why don't you teach me how to do it, and I'll handle the rest?"
This was all the consequence of his own master's capriciousness. Wen Xu felt obligated to clean up the mess, and besides, back in Baigu City, the Dragon-Shaped Fireworks had indirectly saved their lives. By both sentiment and reason, they ought to shoulder it together.
"..." Bian Chunchou hesitated for a moment. "No. Personally, I prefer to see things through from beginning to end."
Wen Xu was truly curious. "What kind of bewitching potion did my master feed you?" To be fair, even as his disciple, he could not match Chunchou's reverence for his master.
"Well, just think of it as... bloodline worship toward Dragonkind." How was he supposed to explain this? Their flower-growing nation had an eight-hundred-meter-thick beauty filter for dragons. Thinking about it carefully, the Dragon Venerable had not really done anything—he had merely grown bored and brought his friend a few interesting toys.
"Only dragons? What about phoenixes? Huang birds? Or qilin?" Wen Xu could not help being curious. What if a Phoenix Venerable or Huang Venerable appeared in the future, and his friend...
Bian Chunchou's gaze drifted slightly. "How could they possibly be the same!" The Divine Dragon was simply the most badass.
And just after he made that declaration and finished the remaining fireworks with much huffing and puffing, the second spectacular fireworks Shadow Recording Stone from the Hehe Sect... appeared on the market.
"Ahhhhhhh—"
Bian Chunchou began clawing at his head. "I'm not going to get hunted down jointly by the disciples of two great sects someday, am I?! No, starting today, I'm never making fireworks again!"
"It's fine. You can say I made the fireworks." Wen Xu comforted him. After all, Chunchou was merely his friend. Without his connection, his