If it weren't for that, Negris would never have gotten his people involved in this war.
Naeli who never listens to persuasion, now turns around and leaves without a word? Could her injuries be severe?
Thinking of this, Negris couldn't help but worry, and hastily asked: "Little Aili, are you okay? Are you seriously injured?"
"The injuries are not severe, it's just like getting poked with a toothpick, but Negris, I may be done for, my lifespan is coming to an end. Don't let the humans get my body," Naeli responded indifferently.
"What? Right now? I told you to hide from the start. You are over ten thousand years old, still making such vigorous moves. You were just rolling around, you're not a young dragon anymore, still making these highly difficult moves." Upon hearing this, Negris became frantic and complained loudly.
