"Toad Child... tsk. I recall you came to Holy Tomb Mountain three hundred years ago, didn't you?" Dilaka fixed his gaze on the old toad-like man and continued, "And as a result, you were heavily wounded in a single blow by the Dean, then you scrambled and crawled your way out of Holy Tomb Mountain. Am I wrong? What's the matter? After three hundred years, are you itching for another beating?"
"Dragon Spear King Sun Yi? Who's that? Sorry, never heard of him. Scram on your own in a bit, or you'll face the consequences."
"As for you, Black Lotus Child, right? Little kids should just go home and sleep. Don't get involved in grown-up business, or I might just make you cry."
Those three statements made Murong Yan, who was standing nearby, burst out laughing with a *pfft*. It wasn't her fault. In her mind, Dilaka always wore an extremely solemn expression, whether he was handling affairs, making small talk, or interacting with others. He always had the same face.
