Amon slowly removed his hand from the forehead of the cute woman.
There was no longer a need to stay vigilant towards her, and even her breathing began to steady, and she watched him with a strange look.
"I..."
Her face showed a sense of frustration and anger, yet she couldn't cry or release her emotions towards Amon—instead, her fists crushed the broken stones from her impact and the thick, cracked wall her body still leaned again.
"Why!?"
"You killed my brothers... but not me?"
"Yet why is there no rage or anger in my heart and a constant force telling me to follow you..."
Amon looked at her with his purple eyes shimmering—while reading her memory, he used the other technique he gained.
It was a mystery how it worked—only injecting his Qi into her body, and a little female dragon was created that swam around her body, repairing her damaged Qi Veins and core, which was done from birth, not by Amon.