That little lightning dragon was very small—only about the length of Ye Qingtang's arms—and had the width of a finger. At first glance, it was like a little snake. However, when looked closely, one would notice a very tiny pair of dragon horns on its head.
Other than the fact that it was forced to be born, a strong force still took over its body for quite a while, leaving its weak small frame almost completely drained.
At that point, the little lightning dragon seemed very exhausted as it rested in Ye Qingtang's hands listlessly.
Could it still transform? Looking at the tired little lightning dragon, Ye Qingtang wanted to laugh. She carefully placed it in her arms, and the little lightning dragon comfortably curled itself up further. Carrying it in her arms was almost no hassle.
"Then I'll find Lord Mu Su first," Ye Qingtang said.
Ye Ling nodded.
Ye Qingtang left instantly.
