"I don't care!"
GuaGua said emphatically, challenging:
"Big Iron Goose, are you scared?"
"If you lose to me, it would be a huge loss of face for the geese, so you dare not take the bet!"
"What kind of talk is that?"
Goose Immortal snorted, glancing sideways:
"I, the great immortal, am afraid of neither heaven nor earth, what is there to fear from a little bean like you?"
"It's a bet then. If you lose to me, you will be the external hired doctor of my Holy Nest, without a formal position yet obliged to assist with healing to minimize our brothers' casualties."
"No problem!"
Little GuaGua agreed readily.
Losing is not a loss, winning is a huge gain, Big Iron Goose is really great.
"..."
Witnessing two not-yet saints, big and small, vying with each other discussing who would first nurture a Holy Beast, the scene felt somewhat grotesque.
Fortunately, the core members in the roundtable conference room are already used to such oddities.
