The Dragon Spirit glanced at Yun Ran, then at the 'little brother' crawling on the ground, and suddenly felt a strong sense of helplessness.
He was the old guy who had lived for thousands of years, so why did he keep stumbling at every turn over this little human who had only lived for a few decades?
"How come it feels like you're not pleased with my help?"
Yun Ran raised an eyebrow, looking at the Dragon Spirit with a half-smile: "You just realized that, huh."
Then her expression swiftly turned fierce as she coldly snorted, "I thought you were going to reach the heavens or something, just acting however you like whenever you want, who do you think you are?
Did I ever say I needed your help? Or are you trying to stand on the moral high ground, pretending to be my lifesaver?"
The Dragon Spirit, who had been tightly frowning, frowned even more deeply now.
Clearly, he hadn't expected that his kindness would provoke such anger from Yun Ran.
"Did you eat gunpowder?"
