The mask was finally off.
'How many resources would it take to feed a Flood Dragon every single day?'
'It's at least as much as supporting three Qi Cultivation Grandmasters, maybe even more!'
'For the Fishing Trade, that's a considerable burden!'
'Why don't you support it yourself, you little punk? Making it sound so righteous!'
'In the past, raising it was genuinely for the sake of the Fishing Trade.'
'But now...'
'That Flood Dragon had already defected. Chen Jing had even personally branded it a 'Demon' and reported it to the Garrison Mansion.'
'He had declared that if the Flood Dragon was ever spotted near Jiangyin Prefecture, the Military Camp should be asked to dispatch warships and kill it immediately!'
'And now he was supposed to rescind the bounty and welcome it back to be worshipped like an ancestor?'
Chen Jing clenched his jaw, about to weigh his options, but a sidelong glance caught the cold look in Granny Shi's eyes. His heart seized.
'Clever boy.'
