Ren Feifan looked at the Fire Dragon on the ground, an inexplicable sense of heartache washing over him as he reached out to touch it.
Clearly, the Fire Dragon didn't like being touched. It let out a low dragon chant, seeming to urge Ren Feifan to let go of his grip.
But Ren Feifan didn't!
His hand slid over the hundreds of fire scales on the Fire Dragon's body, and he felt somewhat uneasy.
After all, this Fire Dragon and Ren Feifan had faced life and death multiple times; it was impossible not to feel affection for such a creature.
"Why did you fight with the Black Flood Dragon? Was it to protect me? Or another reason?"
The Fire Dragon slightly lifted its head, its dragon eyes staring deep into the center of the Tomb of the Beastly Heaven, filled with mighty rage.
It seemed as though it wanted to devour the entire space!
Ren Feifan, stroking the Fire Dragon's body, could clearly feel the vibrations coming from the dragon.
