The arrogant youth was also dumbstruck. He stood there dazed, barely able to keep his balance as the powerful Nine-tailed Dragon approached him.
"Didn't I tell you to scram??" Zhu Minglang scolded.
"I'm going, I'm going!" The arrogant youth hastily ran away but accidentally stepped into a crack and face-planted.
He didn't even have time to pick himself up before he continued running, his mouth still full of dirt, looking utterly pathetic and drawing laughter from the surrounding crowd.
"Young man, your ancestors must have accumulated virtue, that Nine-tailed Dragon is a pretty strong dragon breed," an elder middle-aged man came over and said to Zhu Minglang with some envy.
"It was accumulated in my past life," Zhu Minglang replied.
...
Walking into the city with the Nine-tailed Dragon, Zhu Minglang's strides grew larger.
But then he thought to himself, why wasn't he riding it?
"Plonk!"
