"No matter how one tries to conceal it, it is futile, respected Seven-Colored Dragon Ibrahimovic, do not scorn any lesser creature. The Dragon God has given you strength, and you should be all the more humble for it." Liu snorted through his nose, "The War God has given us a powerful path to follow, allowing even the weak to stand before you and communicate on an equal footing, and such communication should be completely reciprocal."
"It seems your War God has been a little scarce in performing miracles. If he could grant you bodies like those of a Giant Dragon, Beamon wouldn't have come to the Donau Wasteland." The Seven-Colored Dragon looked at Liu with a pitying gaze.
Objectively speaking, what the dragon said was true, but only an outsider would have such a clear perspective. After all, those who tell the truth in this world are always bound to be hated. The Seven-Colored Dragon had great power, but lacked the art of conversation.
