"What's with the sudden explosion? What could have possibly provoked you to this, getting into a conflict with Lu Dong?"
Lu Bei was shocked, a string of question marks floating above his forehead. After pondering for a moment, he couldn't help but chuckle.
He put away the Black Turtle Cauldron, weighed the orb of light in his hand, gave it a firm shake, and the black and gold colors mixed even more evenly. "Dongzi, this is as far as your brother Bei can help you!"
Lu Bei had never considered the possibility that Gu Zongchen would be blown up by someone. Gu Zongchen didn't respond, entangled with Lu Dong, both falling into a deep slumber.
Taking two punches from the first-generation Monster Emperor, the young monk wouldn't wake up from his dream, somewhat resembling self-imposed autism from the beatings.
