The white elephant seemed to hear Sage Valmot's mocking laughter clearly, its eyes glancing slightly, instantly changing direction to thunderously run toward them.
Upon arriving near them, its four legs as thick as pavilion pillars slid on the ground creating four long streaks, dust swirling up blindly.
"Cough cough! Cough cough cough!"
Everyone coughed violently, several Golden Bull people instinctively shielded the hotpot, avoiding dirt and dust flying in.
Waiting for the dust to settle, everyone then saw clearly, the white elephant had transformed into an old man. This old man was also round, but a different kind of round. He was a whole head shorter than Bertram, his body shrunken due to age making him look even more like a small jar wearing a hat. His pale gray skin was speckled with brown spots, his large ears drooped on both sides, but his eyes were bright, looking straight into anyone's face he looked at.
