“There’s nowhere to run, you old bald donkey!”1

Ye Qing never arrived at a decision before a booming voice brought him back to reality. The loud, resounding roar of a dragon caused him to look over to the edge, and he saw a golden dragon breaking through the clouds and chasing after a ray of golden light. Both were headed straight toward the peak.0

A laughter broke out from the ray of golden light. “Amitabha, there is no need to press me like this, Benefactor Hong!”0

A boorish voice replied, “I don’t think so. You’re a bald donkey, so what could the Dragon Holds Stone possibly do for you? None of your martial arts have anything to do with a true dragon, and you have no need to study the essence of a true dragon! Just give it to me already!”0

“Amitabha! I got the Dragon Holds Stone via my own power! Why should I give it to you?” The golden light—or rather, the monk riding the golden light argued, “Plus, who said that the Maitreya Sect doesn’t have martial arts relating to a true dragon? Our ‘Mahayana Twelve Wyverns Sutra’ is exactly that, and it requires studying the essence of a true dragon to attain true mastery. So please give up your obsession, benefactor!”0

“Your ‘Mahayana Twelve Wyverns Sutra’ is literal...0