"Jiang Yu was certainly generous."
Outside the Xuanhuang Small World.
Old Yao, a pipe clenched between his teeth, watched the scene with a beaming smile. "This Small Dragon was born deficient and only possessed the strength of a Registered Wizard at birth, but if properly trained, achieving the rank of Grand Wizard later on will not be difficult... For Jiang Yu to hand it over to Miss Wesley, her magnanimity is truly admirable!"
"Perhaps she believes that she is about to advance to Grand Wizard, and her companion beast, the Furry Dragon, will advance with her. Naturally, she is not particularly interested in a Small Dragon with only Grand Wizard potential."
The Yellow Calico Cat lazily flicked its ears, paused, then added, "Besides, that Small Dragon costs a fortune to raise... With only her librarian's salary and the small allowance Zhong Mountain gives her, she definitely cannot afford it."
Zheng Qing shot the cat a fierce glare, signaling it to shut up.
"...The ancients said, 'Wisdom falls short in knowing oneself, and sight falls short in seeing oneself.' For Miss Yu, so young, to see through this, sever her greedy and deluded desires, and reach such a state of mind, she was already no less accomplished than many Grand Wizards who had cultivated for years."
The Rat Immortal stroked his few sparse whiskers and nodded repeatedly.
"—Heh, the lot of you really have no idea how easy you have it, talking while standing!"
The Old Madam of Zhong Mountain rubbed the dragon-head of the cane in hand and stomped it irritably. "—We are all Legends, so stop playing dumb here... If Yu'er had accepted this Small Dragon now, there would still be grounds to discuss whether it belonged to 'Zhong Mountain,' 'First University,' or 'Zheng.' But she gave it directly