Lost in wild thoughts, Bian Chunchou looked up and saw the wisps of incense smoke turn into a Smoke Dragon. It rose gracefully, then drifted on the wind toward the town.
"Come on! Let's follow it!"
Only after they gave chase did they discover many Smoke Dragons soaring overhead. They had come from all directions, all heading for the town.
Bian Chunchou followed them and soon found his two friends.
Oh, they were busy demolishing the Evil God Temple. And the most enthusiastic one there was none other than Chen Zui-Zui.
"You're... fighting in such a down-to-earth way?" Bian Chunchou looked around. "Where's Xue Qingmu? Why can't I see him?"
Wen Xu pointed at the clay statue of the Evil God. "In there."
Bian Chunchou looked closely. The Evil God had Xue Qingmu's face. How terrifying was that? "His true body? Was he the Evil God in disguise?"
"No. Remember how light he was when you carried him last time? His true body was occupied by the Evil God, and only part of his consciousness escaped." Wen Xu gave a brief explanation. "Now his consciousness has returned, and he's reclaiming..."
Bian Chunchou slapped his thigh. "I get it! Three years from now, we respectfully await the Dragon King's return!"
Wen Xu: ...Chunchou was saying things he couldn't understand again.
More and more Smoke Dragons gathered overhead, gradually coalescing into a half-solid dragon. Its eyes drooped as it coiled lazily in the air, seemingly waiting for the right moment.
Or rather, everyone was waiting, and so it waited too. Otherwise, it would already have struck and shattered the Evil God. But if it did, there was no telling whether Xue Qingmu would live or die.
At that very moment, Xue Qingmu was drenched in blood. After a brief surge of fighting