"Actually, the sea turtle soup does not taste that good. Let's make soup using other seafood," said Lady Onion—she and Senior Turtle were good friends, so she spoke up for it.
Using other seafood?
Hearing this, the gazes of all those present shifted to Elder Sister White Dragon.
"Haha." Elder Sister White Dragon smiled gently. "White Dragon Soup is actually not bad."
Elder Sister White Dragon did not look angry. It seemed like she was in a good mood.
If Shuhang had not heard that the ancestral golden dragon had once punched Slow-Witted Song from the eastern end of the Ancient Heavenly City to its western end, he might have really taken the opportunity to make a remark.
But now, his strong desire to survive told him that doing so might just really bring about his death. Not everyone could simply shed tears as large as beans!
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