"Hahaha, as expected of my disciple."
Seeing Bai Yi's calm, unruffled expression, Xiang Kuang burst out laughing. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Old Chi Dragon beside him, who was hugging an empty ice cream tub, looking dejected.
He lifted his leg and kicked Old Chi Dragon in the back.
"Ouch!"
"You brat! You ate my ice cream, and this is how you treat me?"
"Why is my life so miserable? If my old master were still here, how could I have fallen so low? Ah..."
Bai Yi looked at Old Chi Dragon, who was wailing as if he were a lonely old man left behind by his family. His expression stiffened, and his gaze slowly shifted to Xiang Kuang, a question in his eyes.
"This old dragon was brought back from the Desolate Realm by that old man back then."
"Though he's a little old, his strength is decent. Even an ordinary cultivator at Great Perfection in Spirit Transformation couldn't kill him in a short time."
"I'll have this old dragon accompany you to the Peach Banquet."
As Xiang Kuang spoke, Blood Qi formed a giant hand that seized Old Chi Dragon and tossed him in front of Bai Yi with an undisguised look of disdain.
Seeing Xiang Kuang's unconcealed disdain, Bai Yi couldn't help thinking that his master wanted this old dragon, whose seniority was even higher, to get as far away as possible.
"Hmph, Bai, if you want me to protect you, it's not impossible."
"One box a month-no, three boxes of ice cream, and I'll go with you."
Old Chi Dragon lifted his chin and looked at Bai Yi, raising all three of his claws. As a member of the Dragon race with the True Dragon Bloodline, he wasn't just any dragon.
Even