After the Golden Dragon landed, he hadn't even regained his footing before his eyes widened in shock: "Holy crap, Ye Qingzhou, why are you here?"
Ye Qingzhou glanced at the dark golden Dragon Marrow in the Golden Dragon's hands and nodded in greeting, "Same as you, doing some part-time work."
"Are you also an ancestor's descendant?"
The Golden Dragon frowned, suddenly feeling a frustration as if someone had robbed him of the elders' affection.
"I used to only know about hybrid rice, but who knew humans and snakes could hybridize too. Is your ancestry perhaps surnamed Xu?"
After the quip, Ye Qingzhou shook his head: "Though I did rely on some connections, I'm not part of the Little Dragon People."
The Golden Dragon first heaved a sigh of relief, then his expression turned furious: "What Little Dragon People? Where am I little? I'm tremendously big, okay!"
