That old bull took a look at him before taking a glace at the dragon qilin who was cowering behind him. He couldn't help bursting into laughter. "Blockhead can't beat me, so you've found yourself a helper. No matter which helper you have, you can't do anything to me. Are you here to stand up for blockhead?"
"Blockhead?"
Qin Mu was slightly stunned. 'Could he be referring to Fatty Dragon?'
"Dao brother, if Fatty Dragon had offended you earlier, I seek your pardon."
Qin Mu continued to uphold his etiquette and asked, "May I ask if Farmer is around?"
That old bull scratched the scales on its belly, and they were dragon scales. Only then did Qin Mu notice that the old bull was indeed similar to the Chancellor Ba Shan's green bull. Both of them seemed to be breeds of dragon, and they were both covered in muscles.
