Fulfilling the Promise

Time passed by slowly as Su Ming sat cross-legged before Lan Lan and Ahu. The Spirit of Nine Yin might also be sitting beside them, but his gigantic stature made him look like a small hill.

The crimson dragon floated in midair and remained cautious as it surveyed its surroundings.

Su Ming had his eyes closed. His expression might be calm, but his heart remained uncertain, and that uncertainty stemmed from the strange snake’s current dejected look and the continuous forlorn cries.

The snake’s emotions had transitioned slowly from the excitement it felt in the beginning to its current sorrow. This gradual transformation made the snake look incredibly pitiful.

‘Have the Candle Dragon’s tribe always devoured their kin to grow since the beginning of time..?’ After an unknown amount of time, Su Ming opened his eyes and stared at the Candle Dragon’s carcass with a chilling glare in his eyes.