An Lin swallowed a Blood Spirit Pill before sitting down to meditate.
He was greatly humiliated by the fact that he was out of commission before he even began.
However, the Dragon Tribe male was a monster that had lived for only gods knew how long, so it wasn't strange that he knew so many spell techniques. As such, An Lin's failure was understandable.
"Are… are you ok?"
Hong Dou made his way over to An Lin before inquiring in a concerned voice.
An Lin's chest constricted. Who would have thought there would be a day when Hong Dou asked if he was ok… This was truly humiliating!
The Dragon Tribe male scratched his own head with a slightly bemused expression before proposing in a slow voice, "Well… I don't know what just happened, but seeing as you guys can't kill me anyway, how about you all have a chat with me?"
An Lin was still recovering from his injuries, so Tina acted as the interpreter for both sides.
