Quarrel

"If I don't shout, how can beauty Ye Jing hear me?" Old White said grumpily as he glared at the Cloud Devouring Beast.

"They're already here and you're still shouting. Even if you don't find it shameful, I do!"

"You're just a little meatball, why do you find it shameful?"

"What little meatball? Do you want to fight?"

"Come on, I'm not afraid of you."

Ye Jing and the ten students were dumbfounded. When they opened up the formation, they saw the weird horse and the pet arguing....

They hadn't misheard and had witnessed it, they were quarrelling with each other, no one else was there. 

They didn't know that a beast that wasn't spirit beast could speak, but it wasn't just one, it was two of them. What was going on? Don't tell them that this pervish weird horse was a spirit beast. There was no way that was possible.

And don't tell them that the little meatball was a spirit beast either. It was just a pet, how could it speak?