"May I have a word in private?" the Seven-Colored Dragon, Ibrahim, furrowed his brow in thought for a long time, lowering his voice and muttering to Liu.
"Alright," Liu's eyes darted around and he pointed towards the corner to the right of the Golden Crown Arena. "How about over there?" he suggested to Ibrahim.
"Fine," Seven-Colored Dragon, Ibrahim, using the "Dragon Soaring Technique," floated into the air, tilting his head, "Follow me."
"Hehe..." Liu smiled with pursed lips, casting a wave of Blood Magic, enveloping his body, and motioned towards the corner.
Liu's Blood Magic was at best comparable to a human swordsman who had just learned to draw a sword. By the standards of Sword Chant, his proficiency wasn't even basic—being able to control and maneuver at will signified a basic level in Sword Chant. Merely drawing the sword out of its sheath and throwing it without care, such a level, if indeed it needed to be classified, could only be regarded as infantile.
