Just as one of the master and disciple was huffing and puffing with the Heavy Mysterious Ruler in his arms, and the other was about to press him with more questions, the door covered in shoe prints was kicked open again.
With a thunderous bang, the entire door panel flew inward with magnificent abandon, slammed heavily against the wall, and stirred up a cloud of dust.
At a disturbance of this caliber, Xiao Yan could not even be bothered to lift his eyelids. Yao Lao, who stood before him, did not turn his head either. Clearly, both were long accustomed to these sudden incidents.
As the dust at the doorway cleared, Xiao Yi's familiar figure strolled leisurely inside. With both hands in his trouser pockets, he looked as though he were wandering through his own back garden. His gaze swept around the room before finally settling on the Heavy Mysterious Ruler, which stood taller than a person.
His eyes moved twice between the enormous ruler and the equally enormous "accessory" on the back of Xiao Yan's head, and an amused smile appeared on his face.
"Oh? Where did you get that big thing? What, was that Three-Year Agreement earlier not enough? Have you set yourself another goal now and decided to go dragon hunting?"
Xiao Yan was panting with the Heavy Mysterious Ruler in his arms. At the words "dragon hunting," he blinked blankly, clearly failing to grasp the reference.
That did not stop him from firing back immediately. He puffed out his chest and shouted a line he did not understand himself but thought sounded impressive: "None of your business! I'm going to save Seria!"
Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows at that, seemingly a little surprised by the answer, but then shrugged indifferently.
"All right, whatever makes you happy."