"Two serpents."
The dragon demon found it too few.
"Having benefited from Bo Gang, don't be a greedy dragon..."
Meng Chuan silently warned before leaving. Seeing his unpleasant expression, the dragon demon nodded repeatedly in agreement, then drooped its head as if it had lost all hope.
"Indeed, much more lively than the imagery of the elephant god..."
Meng Chuan didn't leave, instead secretly observing the dragon demon's reactions with his senses.
If the elephant god were to "sacrifice" itself, it would absolutely not dilly-dally like the dragon demon, but execute strictly without a word.
From this perspective, being too "smart" as a symbolic creature isn't necessarily a good thing...
...
The next morning, at the Infinite Martial Arts Dojo.
The metallic training room had been booked since last night, with Meng Chuan cultivating inside.
He was the only one who could occupy the highly coveted martial arts training room for an entire day.
