"Pooh!"
Ao Buzun spat a lump of thick phlegm into the lake. One of the fish-headed demon enfeebled by his dragon might suddenly rose, its eyes shining with a bright gleam as he darted towards the phlegm and swallowed it together with plentiful of lake water. When he was done, he turned to Ao Buzun, then wagged his tail in a flattering manner and said, "My Grandfather True Dragon, please pardon my boldness and allow me to have some of your dragon aura!"
Grinning coldly, Ao Buzun stood on his hind claws atop Wu Qi's shoulder, his body swaying and his nose in the air. "You are pardoned! Although you are just a lesser demon, you do know what is good for you. Take the phlegm as a gift from me!" He said in a high and mighty tone.
