Thunderstorm Wings
編輯: Henyee
The Venomous Flood Dragon pulverised the large, shiny pearl that it had originally been playing with in its hand and glanced at Han Li with a malicious glint flickering within his eyes. "Humph! Humans are all so cunning and sly. I don't care where you've seen me before, but you had better cut the clever business!"
Han Li's heart slightly shivered, but apart from a bitter chuckle, he said nothing else.
Seeing that the atmosphere wasn't to his liking, Feng Xi hastily interjected himself, "Enough. Fellow Daoist Li can now be considered to be acquainted with you little brothers. I wish to draw from the support of all three of you, and It would be quite troublesome if I were to lack any of you." He then directed Han Li to a seat that was farther away from those two.