"The old man really threw away all dignity."
"Brother Yi, who are you talking about?" Xiao Qing looked around the environment and occasionally popped his head out, frightening the Marquis Mansion's servants with his grimacing, causing those ordinary people without cultivation to be genuinely scared.
"Look, it's that shameless old man on the mountain," Chen Yi pointed towards Dakong Temple and his tone shifted:
"Xiao Qing, listen for my command later, let's give Kyoto Prefecture a downpour."
"Rain? Sure, sure... dragons are best at making it rain," Xiao Qing grinned, his sharp teeth sparkling under the light of Vast Energy.
"You and I will join forces, our dual swords combined, ensuring those old geezers waiting to laugh won't be able to laugh anymore."
"Right, dragons ensure they can't laugh!"
But that alone wasn't enough.
