A dragon form appeared before them by clawing apart empty space. He then flicked his tail with a huff and directed his dragon butt at them.
"Look, just look at him!" Qiao Mu pulled at Mo Lian's hand and gnashed her small teeth. "This stuck-up dragon!"
Mo Lian pulled her beside him in both amusement and exasperation as he consoled, "There, there. Even though Little Seven has lived for around a thousand years, he still has the intelligence of a child when compared to the others in the dragon tribe."
"His age increases but not his intelligence." Qiao Mu pursed her small mouth.
Our dear Seventh Yan immediately turned his dragon head around and glared at her in a huff. "Xiao Mo!!"
"Okay, okay, okay." Mo Lian felt a headache as he shook his head in amusement at these two little fellows who were at odds with each other.
After flying up onto the golden dragon's back with Qiao Mu in his arms, he stroked Little Seven's head. "Let's go, Little Seven."
