618 The True Dragon Fruit

The White Dragon Tribe chief's place was just a stone's throw away from the high priestess's island. Gao Peng flew over to it on Goldie's shoulder. This took only a minute.

The newly-promoted Goldie had undergone a drastic change in terms of appearance. The first thing one would notice was its apparent decrease in size. Shrinking by three feet, it now stood only 16 feet tall.

Goldie wasn't too happy about this. It was now a head shorter than Flamy, who stood a good 19 feet tall. Its sense of pride as a manly duck had taken a huge hit.

Other than the decrease in size, the pair of wings on Goldie's back had grown visibly more muscular. They now resembled the wings of a beetle, and they covered practically all of its back and ankles. Once fleshy-looking, Goldie's wings now had a metallic gleam to them. Their edges were more defined. When sheathed, they looked as if they were a layer of metal plates. An ethereal light now radiated from Goldie's muscular body.