His words came to an end.
The karma gradually faded, and the voice receded.
Silence lingered in the cave abode for a good while. Only after confirming that no trace of the True Lord's mighty power remained did Zhang Yuan release his restrained heart-mind and begin to think.
First dumped into the seabed, then tossed into a volcano.
Wasn't that steaming first, then braising?
There was a reason Ao Xiu was so petty. Apparently, he had inherited it all from this Dragon Clan True Lord.
Zhang Yuan shook his head slightly and looked at the bound Ao Xiu.
Keeping him tied up forever was no solution, so Zhang Yuan withdrew some of the iron chains of [Myriad Coexistence]. While ensuring Ao Xiu could not escape, he gave him enough room to move instead of leaving him stretched stiff as a stick.
With his freedom restored, Ao Xiu was overjoyed. He danced through several circles in the air, then cautiously stole a glance at Zhang Yuan.
Although he could not guess what Zhang Yuan meant by this, he understood that to escape the fate of being eaten, he had to dislike Zhang Yuan.
He thought for a moment.
Swallowing his distaste, Ao Xiu flew behind Zhang Yuan, who was communicating with Xiao Yuanjun through voice transmission. He lightly tapped Zhang Yuan's shoulder with his tail and said, "Well, uh... you've spent all day using Skyflight. You must be tired. Let me massage your shoulders."
With that, Ao Xiu swung his tail and began tapping Zhang Yuan's shoulders rhythmically.
Although he had never massaged anyone's shoulders before, the maids in his clan all knew how. Even if he had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs run. A thousand years had passed and his memories were somewhat hazy, but Ao Xiu still