The old mud dragon's soul started trembling. "dragon lord, I...I..." he stuttered. His soul shivered at the magnanimous aura this golden dragon emitted.
Frowning, Xia held his lover's hands and gazed up at him. "Why are you glaring at him, ah?" he whispered.
"N..no, I was not," Long said with a serious look.
But Xia did not believe him, even for a second. He patted his shoulders and pointed opposite to them. There was a mirror right opposite to them, and Xia had seen the golden dragon's glare.
Long Aotian smirked awkwardly. "Hoo, I did not like you calling him master," he said with a pout. He wanted his lover to use all the endearment to address him.
"he is teaching me pill making, so he should be addressed as master. You...do not tell me not to," he said, glaring at him.
The golden dragon shot a resentful glare at the old souls and pouted again. "then call me master as well," he said.
His unreasonable requests were rejected instantly.
