Chapter 125: Little Dragon's Son Looks for His Mother
Upon hearing this title, everyone was slightly taken aback.
Taoist Priest Li, however, remained smiling without even a blink. "Oh? Then, let's hear it."
Cong Yunzi glanced up at Li Yunxin again and sneered, "What a ridiculous name."
Li Yunxin could understand Cong Yunzi's mood at the moment—he had come in a panic to find a savior, only to be forced to listen to stories. He couldn't take it out on Taoist Priest Li, so he took it out on them. As for whether doing so would embarrass the host and make him unhappy... perhaps he would have thought of that before he started cultivating. After years of cultivation and being accustomed to everyone's flattery, he had probably forgotten about such things.
He began to speak leisurely, "In a pond, there was a little Dragon's Son, with a big head, a grayish-black body, and a long tail, swimming around..."
He told the story with no effort at all, simply replacing the little tadpole with a little Dragon's Son and the mother frog with a mother dragon.
But he told it with such vividness and intoxication, shaking his head—the three men, Ding, Zhao, and Sun, listened as if they were sitting on pins and needles, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads. They thought to themselves, this Li Xunhuan looks handsome, and from his conversation on the boat, he sounded like a well-read scholar—how could he be like this at a time like this!?
They wondered if there was a punchline at the end. If that punchline happened to please Taoist Priest Li, perhaps the Taoist Priest wouldn't blame him.
The others thought the same as the three of them. Therefore, although Cong Yunzi frowned as he listened, he held back, only occasionally muttering sarcastic remarks like "Heh heh," or "What a joke," as he waited for what was to come.