Zhu Rong suddenly grabbed Ji Dong's arm and took him flying out through the opened window. Amidst the roar of a dragon, a huge ninth-grade fire dragon suddenly appeared and caught their bodies, flying towards the outskirts of Blaze City.
"Alcohol, give me alcohol." Ji Dong struggled and shouted towards Zhu Rong.
Zhu Rong sighed. Without Yang Bingtian, he could no longer restrain his inner emotions. His old eyes were filled with tears. "Child, how did you end up like this? Do you know how much pain this is causing your teacher? You're not even twenty-one yet! Maybe, it's been us who've let you bear too much all along."
Watching the tears in Zhu Rong's eyes, Ji Dong suddenly became quiet, staring blankly at Zhu Rong. He no longer asked for alcohol and didn't struggle anymore.
Reaching out to touch Ji Dong's white hair, Zhu Rong took a deep breath, "Child, don't you worry, no matter what the cost, your teacher will definitely help you recover."
