Jiang Chen prayed for rain along the way, and Tie Zhu sped through the downpour like a bolt of black lightning.
Usually, it only liked boasting about how delicious its kind was. In truth, its speed was astonishing too. Otherwise, that delicacy could never have been passed down from ancient times to the present.
One man and one flood dragon pressed on through wind and rain.
Soon, they crossed the border of the Nine Provinces.
Once the flood dragon entered the sea, Tie Zhu moved even faster, but it seemed rather reluctant now and began grumbling in protest.
"Dad, I'm just a little flood dragon from a river. Out here in the sea, this should be the territory where a big flood dragon like you gets to shine. Can we talk this over? You've ridden me for so long. How about letting your son ride you for a change?"
"Doesn't the old saying go, 'Fierce-browed, I coolly defy a thousand pointing fingers; head bowed, I willingly serve as an ox for the young'?"
"You got a big, chubby son like me for nothing. When the time comes, won't I be the one looking after you in old age, seeing you off, carrying your corpse, and bearing your coffin?"
"What's wrong with carrying me for a bit now?"
"A father carrying his son is nothing to be ashamed of!"
Jiang Chen's face darkened. "That word doesn't mean little children."
Who would have thought that the moment he said this, Tie Zhu would leap up, its eyes rolling hard upward to stare at Jiang Chen? Its tail thrashed wildly as it spun around in the sea as though it had gone mad.
It even shrieked, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"With your level of education, Dad, there's no way you could know something like