Early morning.
Lin Luoyu pushed open her door bright and early and headed toward the Deep Pool.
Not a scrap remained of the dishes Master had made yesterday. That Flood Dragon named Qinghe had all but picked up the plates and rubbed them clean with her face.
Qinghe might have been tiny, but she really could eat.
A Flood Dragon taking human form only changed its outward appearance. Its stomach had not shrunk at all-it was still a genuine Flood Dragon's stomach.
After dinner yesterday, Cui Hao had curiously pressed Master about what had happened in Cangzhou and Chizhou.
Master had smiled and teased the rather taciturn Second Senior Brother beside him, telling him to explain.
Second Senior Brother had no particular talent for storytelling.
At least to Lin Luoyu's ears, his telling was a little too dry.
Before Second Senior Brother could finish, Qinghe wiped her mouth, squeezed him aside, and began to speak.
It had to be said that Qinghe told a decent story. At least it had twists and turns, and her delivery was lively. She just slipped in too much of her own agenda.
She skimmed over the parts concerning Master in a few sentences, while those about herself were full of wild boasting and lengthy fabrications.
As for how Lin Luoyu knew Qinghe was making it all up, that was entirely down to Xie Lingyu's reaction.
Whenever Qinghe embellished the story, she dragged Xie Lingyu into it too, praising her to the skies.
Practically the entire upheaval in Cangzhou and Chizhou had supposedly been quelled through these two's efforts alone.
Her master and the others had apparently only come along to provide atmosphere and cheer this Flood Dragon on.
This Martial Uncle Xie clearly did not have skin as thick as that Flood Dragon's.
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