"Hey, old man."
Little GuaGua morphed into Ye Hanjun's form, stood by his side, hands on hips, his presence overwhelming,
"There are several people standing here. Are you pretending not to see us on purpose?"
"We've gone through hell and high water to keep our promise, traveling from the Cloud Sea to the West Sea, and you ignore us. That's really too much!"
"Who is speaking?"
Xiahou Danxin looked around, exerting considerable effort, until at last he spotted several figures in the corner.
His eyes briefly revealed confusion as he said,
"Strange, who are you? How did you end up in my research base?"
"Are you the child of a dazed guard? Eh, who is a dazed guard? That name sounds so familiar..."
"Big Tadpole."
GuaGua reverted to his original form, hands on his forehead, tugging at the corner of Ye Hanjun's clothes,
"This old man is beyond help."
"After hundreds of years, his madness seems to have gotten even worse."