The disciple from the Soul Race hesitated for a moment, but noticing Meng Fenggu nodding at him, he relaxed as well.
Immediately, he puffed out his chest, raised his head, and said with a weighty tone, "This humble officer, Yu Jin, vows to eternally smoke, drink, and perm hair for Dung Beetle!"
His voice boomed like a great bell, deafeningly loud.
Dung Beetle's face lit up with joy.
This was the feeling he wanted; wasn't this how the game was supposed to be played?
Well done!
After feeling thoroughly satisfied, Dung Beetle then turned around and walked towards the Great Inventor. "Let's go, let's go back. I'm thoroughly satisfied with this outing!"
The Great Inventor rolled his eyes and turned to say, "Sect Leader Meng, please forgive me; my junior brother here is a bit odd in the head."
"Hahaha, it's fine, they are young after all. This behavior isn't really harmful!"
