"Would you please listen to me? I'm still your trainer, you know..." pleaded Qian Wuliang through gritted teeth. He knew that forcing a Blood Contract on the crocodile in its injured state back then had been an unseemly thing to do, but he had done more than enough to make up for it since.
"Someone has come to challenge you. Do you still remember the white dragon you saw last year? The one who came to challenge you is the grandson of the white dragon's trainer."
The Red-Eyed Crocodile King, who had been basking in the sun all this time, finally cracked open an eye, revealing a black slit behind its eyelid. It gazed coldly at Qian Wuliang.
A low rumble filled his head through their Blood Contract.
"Has the white dragon come to challenge me?"
"No, probably a walking skeleton."
"Oh." The Red-Eyed Crocodile King closed its eye once more.