In the divine hall, golden lights filled the air like a golden wheat ray shining under the summer sun.
The Bone Dragon's body emitted a majestic aura, which could change the weather and turn the wind and clouds upside down.
A few bones on its face were gathered, giving people a solemn feeling. It said in a deep voice, "Lil' friend, just treat me as an old man. I have a presumptuous request."
"Please go ahead, senior." Ou Yangming's expression was serious.
"I hope that you can resolve the grudge between the Dragons and the Phoenixes and let the Great Wide World return to peace." The Bone Dragon's voice was deep. After it finished, it bowed.
Ou Yangming hurriedly jumped away. He could not take the bow. The Bone Dragon, which disregarded self-sacrifice for the sake of righteousness, was someone he respected from the bottom of his heart.
