Study room.
Liang Qu slowly regained consciousness.
He pulled out the Yin Yang Five Elements Seed from his pocket, gazing at it quietly, lost in thought for a long time while sitting on his chair.
The Little Shen Dragon was bored, looking around aimlessly.
It touched its Dragon Horn atop its head, compared itself to the White Mist's appearance, and smirked smugly. Then it jumped into the air—from Liang Qu's shoulder to the table, and from the table to the screen—half-hanging and wagging its tail, amusing itself.
It had heard the ancestor's words. But what Dashun Dynasty, what Dream Dynasty, what Drought Demon Small Position Fruit—heavenly and earthly machinations? Bah, not relevant to me. Too many things make my brain hurt. Just do what the boss says. Plain and simple. Though I should stay on guard against that scheming Fatty and treacherous Ci Qiu.
No worries, no burdens.
Cool.
Life of a Dragon is such satisfaction!
