220. Ninth Lord... It's broken.
I can already imagine that in no more than ten years, Ninth Master Chang might be strutting down the street shirtless, holding a starch-coated sausage in hand, a rolled grass cigarette perched between his lips, a golden chain dangling from his neck, with a green dragon tattooed on his left arm and a white tiger on his right...
Not to mention a vermilion bird on his chest and the Black Tortoise on his back.
...Wouldn't that just scream "mischievous young hooligan"?
No! Absolutely not! This cannot happen!
The human form of Ninth Master Chang is so dashing, he can't go off track! He just can't!
As I was contemplating this, the entire tomb started to shake. I jumped when I saw dozens of Little Winged Snakes flying up. I thought there would only be about ten of them, but to my surprise, there seemed to be... easily over forty at a quick glance...