Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
A week passed before a muffled bang rang out that startled everyone awake.
It was early morning right now, and the dew had yet to disappear from the leaves of the trees and the herbs.
A crisp morning air rushed into the nostrils of those who opened their eyes in a rush.
Of course, I wasn’t one of those few since my ass has been awake for like a week. I’m not referring to my physical ass mind you. If there is one thing I have come to know, it’s that the need to go to the bathroom has been a pastime of mine that has seen less and less use the stronger I get and I have to wonder why is that a thing. It’s even more surprising that no one has ever brought it up.
Regardless, the ones who were startled awake here were everyone else apart from Xiannu Liang and me. They didn’t even need to sleep. They only dozed off because they got bored.
This wake-up call was ineffective on Pebbles since he was still lying sleepily atop the head of the dragon lady. She was the only one among them that didn’t sleep. She was covered in bruises, too. Even weirder was that she looked at them with pride.
Note to self, Dragons are masochistic existences who view their wounds as trophies. I had not reached that realm yet in the dao of masochism.
She stared intensely at the cultivating Xiannu Liang and myself who was helping her.
Her name was Long Qian, she was apparently my observer at the best of times and my stalker at the worst of times. Even though Pebbles, who was lying atop her head, was the very picture of kawaii, she didn’t dare to act up about it. As far as I was concerned, she embraced it.
After she returned, she reported to Long Zhe the circumstances under which she ‘escaped’ from the Grand Preceptor. Which was a loose variation of the word, if anything else.
Long story short, she was beaten. There were no two ways about it and it seemed that Long Zhe expected this.
After all, the Grand Preceptor was an old monster that lived for countless years. His strength was not something that Long Qian could compare to despite her being a dragon
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