"Dragon Armor?!"
The moment Feng Qing'an heard this, his eyes lit up. He wouldn't be fooled by the size of the Golden Jiao this time, as he could manipulate things at will in the realm of advanced cultivation.
"How do I put on this armor?"
"Just drip your blood into it!"
This was a unique way of ownership that Donghuang had purposely prepared. She knew that Feng Qing'an's cultivation was unlike any mainstream system, so she chose a more primitive and simple way of claiming ownership while forging the Dragon Armor.
"Drip blood, huh!"
Feng Qing'an hesitated for a moment, then pressed his finger on the horn of the Golden Jiao in Donghuang's hand. The sharp horn instantly pierced his skin, and a drop of crimson blood seeped from the tip of his finger into the Golden Jiao.
Hum~
It seemed like a dragon chant echoed in the air, Feng Qing'an felt a faint connection with the Golden Jiao in Donghuang's hand.
