Lu Chang'sheng couldn't quite bring himself to look. In all his hundred years, he had met all sorts of people, and Zhong Mountain was definitely one of a kind.
He really didn't act like some mighty Foundation Establishment cultivator at all.
"It's rare to see Steward Lu over here—are you here to feed the Little Fire Cloud Beast?" He Qing walked over, a wary look in his eyes.
These days, everyone was trying to win over that sassy Little Fire Cloud Beast; naturally, folks were pretty guarded around each other.
"Feed it? Nah, I'm not nearly as loaded as you guys." Lu Chang'sheng shook his head.
"Well, that's just facts. Sure, you're a second-tier Alchemist, but you haven't run the business long enough." Zhong Mountain trotted over, half of his goatee still singed.
"Man, this Little Fire Cloud Beast's really wild. I even heard it wants to fly!"
