Young Master Zhu Xun absolutely refuses to suffer any losses, but now he feels that if he fills it with Flood Dragon Flesh, hmm... he's not losing out! Even turning into a toad wouldn't be a loss!
Zhang Chen glanced at Zhu Xun upon hearing this, sarcasm lacing his words: "What do I owe you? It was you who couldn't resist the temptation to go, what does it have to do with me?"
Zhu Xun is not one to take a loss, but Zhang Chen is even less so.
"I don't care, I went because of the rumors you spread, you have to take responsibility for me! You must take the blame for this." Zhu Xun's voice was full of irritation.
The two argued incessantly along the way, drawing frequent stares from passersby, wondering who the person with Zhu Xun was, as the two debated until their faces turned red and necks thick.
But Zhang Chen wore a conical hat, so no one knew his identity.
The two walked into the academy, where academy disciples were already waiting in the mountains to guide them to a square.
