Ciren Wangdui's face turned blue with anger, but in the presence of so many village chiefs, he couldn't cheat!
"Fine then, fine!" Ciren Wangdui jumped down and headed toward the pile of manure, his throat vibrating constantly up and down. Damn, it was really stinky!
Ciren Wangdui didn't know how he did it, but he knew that if someone asked him what the smelliest thing in the world was?
He would, without hesitation, say it was Little Song's manure.
The people of Sangba Village came joyfully but left in low spirits.
The principle of the victor leading and the loser receding worked everywhere. No one paid attention to the gloomy departure of Ciren Shizong and Ciren Wangdui, as all the village chiefs gathered around Deji.
"Brother Deji, you really opened our eyes today! Little Song's Guardian Beast is a secret weapon that defies the heavens! I think, like the legendary Snow Dragon, it could become a legend in our prairie tribes!"
