While Long and Gua where having a showdown, Xia was still unconscious.
The old dragon's soul started to panic. 'Oh my god, what should I do? I don't have any more blood essence as well.' It pranced around the room.
"Should I go out and inform senior dragon? But my soul can't handle that travel, ah," it shouted. It felt extremely conflicted. It was a mud dragon before death. It was just a glorified name for an earthworm. But still, it never let anyone pull him down.
Since he was an earthworm, he was inherently scared to go outside, fearing that predators like Birds might attack.
Now that he was dead he can easily move outside but... his soul was already diminishing if he went out he would turn to dust. The spiritual lake in this space was keeping him here till now.
"What should I do? Master.... master..." he tried calling Xia again. But he was still unconscious.
