"Come on, Elder Shi, I'm still right here! Could you at least be a little less blatant?!"
The elder in charge of resources flew into a towering rage.
The lake churned as nine Gray-Scaled Flood Dragons gulped down spirit fish that had lived for over a hundred years. Every bite tore into the Heaven Mending Pavilion's reserves.
"Didn't you say you definitely wouldn't eat a single one?!"
The old man pointed at Shi Hou's nose, his finger trembling.
Shi Hao blinked his big, innocent eyes and chimed in, "Grandpa Elder, that's right. Skinny Monkey said he definitely wouldn't eat one. Look in the water-is that just one? They've already eaten dozens!"
Flawless logic.
Standing beside him, Shi Hou rubbed his chin and secretly gave Little One a thumbs-up.
The elder was left speechless. He struggled for ages without managing a word. He knew perfectly well that the Pavilion Master and the other elders were eagerly counting on this boy's craftsmanship. Making a fuss would accomplish nothing.
"Hmph!" The old man flung his sleeve. Out of sight, out of mind-he turned into a streak of light and fled.
Footsteps sounded behind them.
Elders Xiong Fei and Zhuo Yun approached with dark expressions. These two little devils had left the Second Battlefield in utter chaos, and cleaning up the mess had left both elders battered and frazzled.
"You two 'prodigies,'" Xiong Fei said, biting down hard on the word, "the Pavilion Master has ordered us to take you to the Genius Camp."
"Sorry for the trouble." Shi Hou nodded with a smile, his hands clasped behind his back.
Elder Xiong Fei summoned an ancient beast hide, which swelled in the wind. The four stepped onto it, rose into the air, and flew deeper into the Heaven Mending Pavilion.
No one spoke along