Then he pointed to his beasts and Yun Qiqi. "Come with me. We are leaving."
Umbu was the quickest.
The dragon seemed to understand Noa's words.
He leaped from the ground, flipping his wings as if trying to fly towards him.
Either his fat ass was too heavy for his tiny wings to lift, or he just didn't know how to soar through the sky.
Which was embarrassing in its own way.
A primordial dragon who couldn't fly?
What a joke!
But Noa didn't think that. Umbu was like his son—there was no way he would shame him that much.
Yet it didn't exclude him from scolding the dragon.
Especially when the landing was a spectacular failure, ending with Umbu's quick fall to the floor.
"You should start working out," he said, his voice serious.
The dragon didn't seem to like the idea, frowning at him after rubbing his butt.
Seeing this, Noa scowled. "I am putting you on a diet. We need to find more healthy alternatives for your food source."
Now, Umbu couldn't act cheeky.
