The Jiao Long joyfully soared through the sky several times, reveling in the freedom of being unchained, and then landed before Yun Qi, its cold, eerie eyes full of submission.
"From now on, I'll follow your orders. Tell me anything you want me to do."
Yun Qi smiled faintly, "For now, nothing. I know you like places with water. There's a river in the Mountain Ghost's painting. Bear with it there for a while."
"No problem."
As the words fell, the painting of the Mountain Ghost appeared mid-air, depicting a vast, majestic river at the back of the mountain.
The Jiao Long roared and bellowed, diving into the painting. Instantly, the river in the image swelled, nearly submerging the banks on both sides, with a colossal dragon body faintly visible in the waters.
The Mountain Ghost suddenly flew to Yun Qi, speaking in the rough, timeworn voice of a man, "One million, no bargaining."
The Little Green Snake mumbled, "Why are you so greedy, whether you're a man or a woman!"
