It had been a while since Long had made that deal with the guardian- serve another ten masters in exchange to being able to help Din grant his third wish. He regretted absolutely nothing.

His new teapot had been out and about for a while now, after having departed from Din and being placed on the back of a bicycle carriage (driven by that guardian pretending to be a crazy old man, no doubt). His teapot was no longer emerald jade, rather now it was a more modern white with golden accents and a golden lid.

Eh, at least this teapot was a little more roomy. Waiting in there felt like forever, but nothing he hasn't waited before. What's another ten masters, right?

Eventually, Long's teapot found its way to its first master- well technically his eleventh, but who's counting. It shook rapidly before the lid suddenly burst open, and Long appeared out of it in a vast cloud of ethereal pink smoke.

"Greetings, great master!" He spoke in a booming voice as he emerged, proudly standing, or well more like flying, tall. It was hard trying to show off less... it's a bit of a bad habit.

He looked down at his new master- you. Honestly, he didn't expect a new one so soon, but it was well accepted. Long smiled at you as he lowered himself down to a reasonable height. He already had his experience with Din and previous owners, so he tried to not make you freak out as much.

"I am LongZhu, a wish dragon."