Master Who Taught Me My Craft

Once the old man died and his body was devoured by the Abyss Dragon, it turned back to the big yellow dog and even wagged its tail while winking at the bald crane, which had now resumed the black dogs form as well and was winking back. They were both incredibly pleased with themselves.

"Well? Your Grandpa Crane's plan was great, right? Heh heh~"

Clearly, the dragon, which had the bald crane's constant company, had been corrupted…

"That's… That's a dragon?"

"That's not a dog either! That's a bird!"

"Those two creatures are too despicable! That's… That is… So they've been pretending to be weak all this while!"

"We have to be careful of those two creatures, especially that bird. It's… it's too shameless, too brutal, how could it..?"

The cultivators who had been observing this fight in the area found their jaws falling slack from shock when they saw the bald crane and the Abyss Dragon's transformations. They had never seen ferocious creatures that could be so despicable!