When Master returned from his travels, he was carrying two eggs, one black and one white.
My senior brothers and sisters crowded around them, excitedly speculating about what kind of divine beasts would hatch.
Only I, still a tiny toddler, charged forward in a single bound.
Black egg in my left hand, white egg in my right, I made a beeline for the kitchen.
I'd boil the black one and fry the white one. Anyone who tried to stop me could get lost.
It wasn't that I was being domineering or unreasonable.
It was just that in my previous life, these two eggs had wiped out our entire sect.
