Kun moved.
This strange beast of the Three Realms, evolved from a mortal chicken, had yet to master fighting, but its instincts for reading expressions, seeking good fortune, and avoiding disaster were absolutely first-rate. The instant Yang Jian's anger stirred, it sensed it.
Run.
Had to run right now.
Kun did not even dare cry out. With a beat of its wings, fierce winds rose from the ground, and it launched straight into the air with Chen Wei and Yang Chan on its back. Along for the ride was the Yellow-Brown Dog, lying with all four paws in the air and belching after its feast.
The dog had performed well today: enthusiastic at mealtime and excellent at following orders.
The Folk Customs and Morals Inspection Bureau's Government Office had only recently been established, and it happened to need a guardian beast at its gates.
With a belly full of noodles conjured by a Daluo Golden Immortal and rainwater from the West Sea Dragon Clan to wash them down, the dog already had half a paw on the path to immortality.
Taking the dog back to guard the gates would be just right.
When one person attained the Dao, even their chickens and dogs ascended to heaven.
Today, the chicken had become Kun, and the dog had begun drawing an Immortal Official's salary from the Heavenly Court.
"Second Brother, Star Lord." Seeing this, Nezha's eyes darted about, and he gave an awkward laugh. "Well, Heavenly King Li just sent me a message asking me to come home to discuss something. I won't stay any longer either. Farewell, farewell!"
Before his words had even faded,
the Wind-Fire Wheels burst into flames, and he made an even cleaner getaway than Kun.
"True Lord, let it go." Seeing that Yang Jian was still simmering,