From above the clouds, a golden baby dragon crashed down.
The landing spot was precisely where Xuan Jiu had just left.
Xuan Jiu dragged Xiao Jinsheng aside in an instant, casting a suspicious glance at the little dragon rolling on the ground.
Even as a baby dragon, it was five meters long.
"No more love," Caicai's voice came from beneath the dragon.
A hand gripping a spatula forcefully propped up the dragon's body, revealing Caicai's indifferent face.
Caicai gave Xuan Jiu a death stare, "Aren't we family? Can't you take me with you when you flee?"
Xuan Jiu's gaze flickered and he avoided eye contact with Caicai.
The hand tightly held together with Xiao Jinsheng's was drenched in guilty sweat.
Fortunately, Caicai's resentment wasn't directed at Xuan Jiu for the moment.
Caicai looked at the baby dragon stuck in the damaged wooden box by its stubborn tail: "Who are you?"
"I'm looking for Xiao Jinsheng," the stubborn little dragon replied.
