"Then who will take care of them?" the old dragon roared.
"My master. They are all my master's subordinates," Feng Zhan explained.
"Master? You really acknowledged him as your master?"
The golden old dragon glared at Feng Zhan resentfully, its huge dragon face full of disappointment, entanglement, depression, and other emotions. Boohoo… It didn't expect this old thing to really acknowledge him as its master. When it just woke up, it heard its junior say that this old thing might have recognized him as its master, and it even swore that it was impossible. However, now that it heard this old friend saying it himself, it couldn't not believe it even if it wanted to. Boohoo…
