"Being too clever isn't necessarily a good thing, fellow Daoist. We all know that intelligent people can easily cause themselves pain,"
True Master Xingke leisurely sipped his tea, feeling the scalding heat from the dragon blood and the rich fragrance of the tea leaves as if a real dragon was galloping through his own blood vessels.
The taste was indeed superb.
After finishing his tea, he opened his eyes and looked toward the golden-robed middle-aged man, who still had his head bowed, and spoke with a hint of helplessness, "Fellow Daoist, your very birth was an experiment by the Dragon Race from the Upper Realm, and using your body to exchange for the ascension of that true Immortal Dragon.
It's definitely a profitable deal without any loss.
Moreover, the extension of your lineage is something they cannot accept or tolerate. After all, what they want to eradicate is your very existence and that impure bloodline."
These words were indeed ruthless.
