"What happened to Ninth Sister?"
"She's cultivating."
Little Lecher saw Qian Wanyu glance at the Water Shield, then casually choose a spot and swiftly enter meditation herself. She seemed utterly unafraid of whatever lurked in the Deep Pool. What exactly had they encountered just now? Little Lecher wanted to ask, but never got the chance.
As for Toothless, it charged over again and again like a little cannonball. It went forth with its head high and spirits soaring, only to come rolling back from afar like a round ball, tumbling farther with every attempt.
"Little Toothless, even you have your day." Little Lecher gloated over its misfortune. Their innate attributes had never agreed: Little Lecher was a demon plant, while Toothless was a fire-element spirit beast that instinctively suppressed it. After mocking Toothless several times, Little Lecher discovered that the dragon seemed not to hear a word, intent only on seeking another beating. It felt as defeated as someone punching cotton. In the end, Little Lecher simply stayed near Qian Wanyu and Dongfang Minghui, guessing how many more attempts it would take before Toothless obediently returned.
After roughly three days and nights of stumbling and tumbling, Toothless not only had a swollen, bruised face, but its formerly glossy black coat stood on end. It was a complete mess.
Little Lecher watched as Toothless went from scrambling up and charging back to rising more and more slowly, its limbs beginning to slip in the Deep Pool. "What a surprise." It had thought Toothless would last a few hours at most. Instead, the dragon had persisted for three days and was still going.
When Toothless splashed past Little Lecher, its dragon eyes had lost their focus and grown hazy. Still, it stubbornly swam toward that illusory figure in the distance. It struggled