Yang Jin's face was ice-cold, his fists clenched tightly. It seemed he wasn't sure of the Pill Dragon King's true identity, so he dared not act rashly.
Otherwise, how could he have endured so much? He would have pulled out his broadsword long ago and chopped this trash to the ground.
"Looking at you, with your extraordinary demeanor and imposing aura, I thought you were a dragon. Who would've thought you're actually such a coward?" The Pill Dragon King lifted his head, took a couple of puffs from his pipe, and added, "I, Grandpa, look down on you!"
Yang Jin's eyebrows twitched, his anger on the verge of exploding.
This damned old bastard! It's one thing for him to lack any semblance of an elder's dignity, but to act like a thug, calling himself 'Grandpa' with every other breath? Damn you!
The Pill Dragon King slowly took a Lingzhi from a cloth bag, identical to the one before, and bit into it.
CRUNCH.
It was perfectly crisp.
