"Long time no see."
Two old acquaintances met.
There was no fond reminiscing over their reunion, only endless killing intent.
Gunman held his spear, a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
His white robes stained with blood, White Garment greeted him with casual composure.
Sensing the change in Gunman's aura, Old Ninth quietly moved in front of White Garment to protect him.
If Gunman thrust his spear, he would go straight for the kill.
The two men who had reached the pinnacle of the Dragon Kingdom silently faced each other for several seconds.
Without a word, Gunman turned, shouldered his spear, and left without looking back.
"Not going to kill me?"
White Garment smiled as though teasing an old friend.
"If I killed you while you were vulnerable, I might as well have stayed in my grave," Gunman cursed indignantly. "Go back and recover. You're not getting out of this fight."
"I've got divine medicine on me," White Garment reminded him, deliberately teasing him again.
Old Ninth froze slightly.
White Garment had always been unruffled, as though untouched by worldly concerns.
Yet in front of Gunman, he actually showed... mortal feelings.
Sure enough.
At the mention of divine medicine, Gunman abruptly turned around.
His gaze swept greedily over the wound on White Garment's chest, and he planted his spear heavily on the ground.
"Roar!" Old Ninth stepped forward, the demonic dragon's imposing aura coiling around him as he glared provocatively at Gunman.
Gunman completely ignored Old Ninth. After staring at White Garment for a long while,
he suddenly turned sideways and unzipped his trousers right in front of them.
"Shhhh..."
A bizarre scene unfolded.
Gunman took a piss in front of them, then turned and walked straight away.
"He..."
"Heh, that old rascal." White Garment smiled knowingly.
"Wait... weren't