"Senior."
Ning Daoran displayed an expression of desolation and despair, clenching his fists as he said, "To the Senior, I am just an ant, how dare I compete with the brilliance of the sun and moon? Killing me is no different to you than stepping on an ant, yet for me, having this opportunity to cultivate is extremely precious. I have rashly entered the senior's territory, hence I hope the Senior..."
"Ant, are you pleading?!"
The Hui Dragon's eyes were filled with contempt as he said, "I have killed countless worthless beings like you over thousands of years. You seek a chance to live, yet what value can you offer me?"
"I can tell a joke to the Senior."
"Oh?"
The Hui Dragon narrowed his eyes: "You have ten breaths to tell it, speak now. If it's not good, you will die on the spot!"
"Yes!"
