“I’ll repeat this again: before anything happens to me, I’d rather kill you as my scapegoat first!” Miao Yi said coldly. He slowly took in a breath of relief, he didn’t think he could avoid discovery forever, but it was best if he wasn’t found out for at least a while.
Flipping the thing in his hand as he roasted it, he pondered for a while, before asking in a demanding tone, “Do you have any good ideas to help me hunt?”
Charcoal had been eating while standing, then while sprawled on the ground, then while lying on its side. Pi Junzi glanced at it and felt that it was really a first for him to see such an odd dragon steed. He couldn’t help but ask cautiously, “Dare I ask what Great Immortal’s cultivation level is?”
Miao Yi squinted at him, then lightly raised his brows and said, “Even if my cultivation was any lower, it’ll still be more than enough to kill you. It would be best if you don’t plot anything malicious.”
