With a flash of movement, Zhou Heng and his companions found themselves in a forest, though they had no idea where exactly they were.
Zhou Heng's expression was grim.
Although he wasn't injured, he felt worse than any time he had been wounded.
"Damn that Dongfang Wenlong, Donkey Master won't let this slide!" the Black Donkey shouted, "Abusing your power! I curse you to relieve yourself a hundred times a day and drown in a latrine!"
"Woof! Woof woof! Woof woof woof woof!" Little Fire was baring its teeth and claws; despite being kicked by Dongfang Wenlong, its terrifying physique meant there was no need to worry about injury.
Seeing these two angrily shouting and cursing, Zhou Heng felt a bit better. He suddenly snarled at the sky, letting out a series of roars like dragon cries.
Anger doesn't help!
Strength is the key, strength resolves problems!
"Zhou, are we going back to the Academy?" The Black Donkey asked Zhou Heng after it was tired of cursing.
