Qin Yi looked at Xuan Zhan and White Tiger with a playful gaze: "What Xuan Zhan and Bai Siyin said, is it true? Listening to how you educate your disciples, you must have been courageous in the past."
Xuanwu's old face flushed, knowing that Qin Yi was ironically implying they were afraid to die.
White Tiger angrily said, "Kid, what are you talking about? Speaking of courage, back when we fought the big battle at Luoshen Mountain decades ago, you were just a little tadpole in your father's belly."
"I admit what you said is true. But why the cowardice now? Is it because after you canonized as Gods, you've also learned to cherish your feathers, afraid of losing? So, can I ask, are you eagles or feather dusters?"
"Bullshit, you brat, stop the backhanded remarks here. Say whatever, we're just thinking about your safety, you bratty Lu Dongbin, biting the hand that feeds." Azure Dragon couldn't help cursing.
