"There, there. Being Ye Xuan's mount is your good fortune. At least you're the only one," the Dragon God consoled him. "Look at your old man here. Even I have to take a number and wait for my turn to be ridden."
"We have protected the human race for ten thousand years. How dare you cause trouble here!" the Holy Clan guard shouted.
"How dare a firefly's light compete with the sun and moon? My grandmaster Ye Xuan alone is enough to protect the human race! Come with me to the refining furnace and report in like a good little thing.
You'll make excellent organic fertilizer!"
"Who dares trespass on my mountain gate!" The old man shot to his feet, his beard and hair bristling.
"Reporting to Ancestor, it's a disciple of Ye Xuan."
"Good! Let me straighten my robes before I go kneel and welcome him..."
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
