Sure enough.
"State Preceptor! You can't eat that!"
Liang Qu was startled, lunging forward to grab Old Toad's broad waist and pull him back.
"Ribbit!" Old Toad woke up in shock, flailing his limbs and shouting, "Treasure, my treasure!"
"State Preceptor, that's not your treasure, it's everyone's treasure!"
"Ribbit!"
Old Toad ribbited towards the sky, straining to stretch out his webbed claws, opposite him, behind the Dark Buddha, within his internal organs, a pale golden little snake shimmered with auspicious clouds, hissing gently.
They were less than three feet apart, yet this mere meter felt like an insurmountable abyss!
Old Toad kicked hard, while Liang Qu pulled from behind, like pulling a carrot, reminiscent of childhood days catching field frogs, reaching out to slap one down, the frog struggling between the grasping palm and the soil.
Behind them, the Holy Emperor, Tusi, and Khan King pondered deeply.
