A month later.
The sun shone on the courtyard of the Ninth Summit.
Jiang Lan and Xiao Yu were walking in the peach forest. They were heading outside.
Jiang Lan's hand still had quite a few scratches.
Although it was not as obvious as before, it was not that fine either.
"Junior Brother, you have to think of something." Xiao Yu laughed.
It was as if she was not worried at all.
She tried very hard, but…
She still couldn't control her dragon transformation process.
Jiang Lan didn't say anything. This dragon made things difficult.
He had suffered many injuries in the past month, but there were no obvious results.
He felt rather helpless.
He did not mind.
They were all superficial wounds.
As for the method, he had indeed thought of it, but the effect was minimal.
They still needed to slowly work things out.
There was no rush. The future was long.
