Song Chi was hopping on one foot without a shred of dignity, using every word he had learned in his life to curse Xie Changsheng and Gray Gray over a hundred times in his mind.
Had he not been mindful of the tribulation clouds still gathered overhead, he would probably have already charged down the mountain, sword in hand, to fight Xie Changsheng in a real-life death match.
Up in the sky, Little Lei poked half its enormous dragon head out, staring down at him in utter speechlessness.
As employee number one, who had followed the boss for quite some time now, Little Lei considered itself a well-mannered dragon who understood the ways of the world.
It knew very well that the idiot hopping around and cursing below was its boss's friend through life and death.
Precisely for that reason, it had intended to give him plenty of time to strike poses and recite poetry, waiting until he finished before proceeding with the routine.
But who could have known that this guy would never stop!
One incense stick's worth of time passed.
Two incense sticks' worth of time passed.
The bastard was still frantically scraping the sole of his shoe!
Little Lei finally lost the last shred of its patience.
Don't I have any dignity?! Do you think you're strolling through a vegetable market?!
"Roar!!!"
With a dragon's roar that could no longer be held back, Little Lei abandoned any intention of following the routine.
It opened its enormous, blood-red maw, no longer suppressing the might of its lightning.
"What the fuck?!"
Song Chi, whose mouth had gone dry from cursing, felt his scalp prickle as a deadly sense of danger swept over him.
Only then did he remember that he was still fucking undergoing tribulation transcendence!
"Wait! I'm not