"You really could let him go."
Watching Xie Tian disappear, Old Dad glanced at the ridiculous half gourd on the Gourd Old Man's head.
"Can we not bring that up?" The Gourd Old Man's face twitched. "Every time you mention it, my heart aches like hell."
If he wasn't still worried about the evil army, Old Dad would've burst out laughing.
"Serious up, don't make this old man laugh. Now's not the time for jokes!"
The Gourd Old Man rolled his eyes madly. "Which damn eye of yours saw your father here joking with you?"
"Then you…"
"Hmph!" The Gourd Old Man gnashed his teeth. "At the very least, I gotta let that little brat know just how badass my Alchemy Dao is! Ah—my heart, it hurts, disciple, come help me up…"
"Only if you let me touch that half gourd on your head. Kinda cute…"
"I'll beat you to death, you ungrateful, master-betraying little bastard!"
...
In the end…
The one-eyed dragon didn't run.
The Gourd Old Man didn't make a move.
Old Dad didn't laugh either.
