"In all the years I've known you, you've practically stayed holed up in this shop, never setting foot outside. You rely on Yuhua for every errand and shouting for every conversation. What the hell would you know?"
Jiang Yang set down his glass of water and mocked her mercilessly. Over these three years, he had more or less become close friends with Constana and Yuhua.
"Hmph, damn you, Jiang Yan. This is merely part of my cultivation."
Constana rolled her eyes in protest, swung her little legs, and lay back down on her recliner.
Only Yuhua, standing by the wall, wore a conflicted expression.
He looked at the strikingly graceful Jiang Yang, then at the petite, adorable Constana.
Over the years, neither of their appearances had changed in the slightest, but he himself had grown up.
He had already sensed that neither Jiang Yang nor Constana was ordinary. Their bearing, looks, and vast knowledge were clearly not things ordinary people could cultivate.
Though he did not know why they stayed tucked away in this tiny, unremarkable shop, though Miss Kangna always insisted she was a perfectly ordinary dragon, and though Brother Jiang Yan always said he was an ordinary person too.
Of the three "people" in this little shop, he was probably the only truly ordinary one.
Sometimes, when they talked, he felt that only Jiang Yang and Constana conversed as equals. Toward him, both held the attitude of elders looking upon a junior.
Yet the three of them clearly looked so close in age!
He liked this place, and he liked its people and things.
He did not want to leave this little shop or the gentle, kind Miss Kangna, but he would grow up eventually, take up his father's burden, and look after the Yu Lineage.
He thought