The cry of a frog drew the attention of all, capturing every gaze. Some birds are uncontrollable, and some frogs are born to accomplish great deeds.
The lama looked up.
A curve was drawn, heavily striking the ground, causing the earth to tremble.
Dust flew and spread, everyone stepped back a few steps in unison.
The wind blew, the dusty yellow haze gradually faded, revealing a blurred shadow.
Fat Catfish let his long whiskers droop, appearing carefree, holding a meatball with both hands, raising it high. Old Toad sat on the frog's head, one hand pinching a webbed imprint, the other shaking a feather fan, with the frog's eyes tightly closed.
The sun was radiant, its light shining, bestowing a golden glow upon the shadows of the two frogs, one large and one small.
Sacred Allegiance!
Lan Jicai saw the meatball, felt a familiar Qi Machine, glanced at Bema, Great Venerable Bema's face visibly twisted, Lan Jicai's mouth twitched.
