The Ancient Black Dragon Morphis glided across the sky in a graceful arc and landed before the Black Dragon King, immediately transforming into human form. Kneeling on one knee with a bowed head in a respectful salute, the grace of his entire movement was flawless and elegant.
For a dragon, the human form is fragile, even if one could assume a hero's template of the same rank, it is incomparably weak compared to the dragon's true form. Thus, taking human shape is more like a sign of submission, just as a dog bares its belly to its master.
Mo Fei understood this very well and couldn't help but sneer inwardly. Hmph, the kid sure knows his place.
He wasn't surprised by Morphis's behavior; in fact, it was the same as his own past actions.
