Daoist Master Huang Long felt the rich Dragon Qi emanating from this piece of meat, which left him somewhat puzzled.
For there to be so much Dragon Qi, it must be the flesh of a True Dragon.
Which part could it be? A moment's thought gave Daoist Master Huang Long the answer.
Bai Jiaojiao hadn't killed him but had left him a Dragon Whip, what did this mean?
Could it be, because he was too handsome, Bai Jiaojiao couldn't bear to kill him and even presented him this great tonic?
Daoist Master Huang Long couldn't help but smile. Other than this explanation, what else could it be?
"Very good, I do like this kind of fiery spirit."
Daoist Master Huang Long was clearly thinking of peaches.
He put away the Dragon Whip and glanced once more at the dead Huang Jiao, his eyes involuntarily welling up with tears.
However, finding that Huang Jiao's blood essence had run dry and its body devoid of Dragon Qi, Daoist Master Huang Long regretfully set it down.
