Loud frog croak, the snow-capped peak seems to turn into summer in a day.
Both Northern Court and Southern Frontier forces looked stiff-faced, even somewhat unpleasantly at the Old Toad as if waking from a grand dream, bouncing around, surrounded by white-gold clouds flowing around him.
"Frog ya ya ya! Hey ha, ah da, doodle doodle doodle ah..."
The Old Toad brimmed with energy, a Little Dragon atop his head, performing a set of frog paddle palms, flipping in place with a gust of wind, bouncing like a rubber ball, occasionally leaping out of the dark Buddha pit.
Never felt so refreshed and spirited!
"Wah, from today, I am... Dragon Subduing Venerable Frog! Waaada~~~ also Dragon Palace State Preceptor, Frog Tribe Elder, Grave-digging Frog of Great Li Dynasty, and the Guiding Toad of Demon Court's revival!"
"State Preceptor, there's not enough room here for so many frogs."
"Wahaha, I alone make an army of frogs, now I lack nothing!"
