"If you are really at ease, it will ruin you!" The reluctance in Zhang Lisheng's heart disappeared in a flash. With his emotions deeply moved, he mumbled a poetic ancient Chinese poetry and began to chant ancient incantation 'pst shh…', allowing his mind to calm down completely as he turned his gaze to the wyrmdragon on the carpet.
The body of a snake, the legs of a beast, the head of a horse; an eight-meter long body densely covered with a fist-sized water droplet-shaped dark green scales. Its slender body was beautiful and graceful while its face was ferocious and majestic.
Looking at this dragon wizard gu that had been representing the Chinese blood totems since thousands of years ago, a vague, wonderful insight made the young man mumbled a sentence for no reason, "The dragon courses in the wild, as its blood bathed in yellow…"
Then, he closed his eyes and began to spit out his breath from his chest.
