Yun Chujiu looked at the small silver dragon with a faint smile. "What do we want? Were you released by me, or did you avoid falling into the demon's claws because of me? Yet, you're repaying kindness with enmity. At that time, you wanted to shoot me to death, but later on, you wanted to use me. Tell me, don't you think you've tarnished the reputation of those in the rod world? Do you have the face of a rod and the heart of a beast? Do you really not care about your reputation?"
The little silver dragon had obviously never encountered such a situation before. Its head immediately drooped down and its claws twitched. "Right, I'm sorry. I just don't want to lose my freedom."
