Huang Feihu nodded slightly and said, "Thank you, Daoist friend."
Zhongshan Daoist, upon receiving such a thank-you, didn't know whether to laugh or cry, his expression exceedingly complex. He probably never expected that the Overlord of Mount Tai would thank him in his lifetime... In normal times, he could have boasted about this for a good eight or nine hundred years. But now, who knows if there will be a tomorrow, or if this boast could ever be made; that remained to be seen.
Huang Feihu looked at the bronze dragon, which couldn't speak or move an inch because it had the Dragon Supressing Pearl in its mouth.
At that moment, Kui San thumped the bronze dragon on its big head and said bluntly, "Big head, didn't I take that pearl out for you? Why aren't you speaking up?"