"I choose to submit..." On the brink of death, the Golden Flood Dragon finally gave up its resistance. It resigned itself to its fate.
After a series of complex rituals, the Golden Flood Dragon became Master Mao's servant—the kind of servant whose very life and death were under Master Mao's control.
"From now on, I'll call you Xiaojin!" Master Mao declared elatedly.
The Golden Flood Dragon was listless. 'Today is the unluckiest day of my life,' it thought. It had come out to hunt, only to run into its nemesis. After a near-death struggle, it had barely escaped with its life, tricking that big, dumb bird with an illusion while its real body hid in the jungle.
Then, hearing the chatter of those country bumpkins, it couldn't resist rushing out to swallow them and vent its frustration.
But who would have thought that these ignorant country bumpkins were actually masters in disguise? Especially that human one—his strength was outrageously immense.
