With great difficulty, Xiao Chen dragged his wounded body and slowly crawled over, leaving behind a trail of blood. He took out a five-color divine feather from his clothes and put it on Keke's body. He addressed the people in the sky: "Are you disregarding the Dragon Clan's dignity and wish to grudge against the Phoenix Clan as well? I have no demands, I just wish you to let it go, I can make it vow to never take revenge for me. You can erase its memories, just spare its life."
"What could be more thorough than killing it? Our ancestors did not fear the Southern Wilderness Old Dragon, the life-saving divine feather of the Phoenix Clan is just a symbolic favor after all, not as significant as you think."
By now, even the thought of letting Keke escape alone was impossible, Xiao Chen fell silent, coldly looking at the sky.
Who could save him and Keke? The Dragon Clan... seemingly heartless, should have appeared by now, why haven't they shown up yet?
