Zhu Minglang acted as if he heard nothing.
The Purple Dragon wasn't some stray dog by the roadside or a grass carp in a pond that could simply be said to be caught but never actually gotten.
Having one more Spirit Contract was definitely a great thing. Zhu Minglang was in need of dragons at the moment, and even if Little Qingzhuo could wake up ahead of time, he couldn't just rely on one Azure Dragon to conquer the world, could he?
The energy brought by the Phoenix Nest was rapidly dissipating within Zhu Minglang's body, and if he did not seize it quickly, it would probably flow away quickly.
Zhu Minglang concentrated his mind and began to guide the energy with natural attributes to the cocoon where Little Qingzhuo was.
The azure cocoon was entwined with innumerable threads of azure light, those strands of light flitting about, nearly forming a green forest within Zhu Minglang's Spirit Realm, marking out a little world of its own.
