Wayne looked down into the large pit, its bottom layered with thick, black, sticky muck, much like a swimming pool that had been abandoned for years.
No, a depth of five meters might be a deep end for humans, but for a giant dragon that could easily stretch a hundred meters, it would scarcely suffice as a washbasin; surely this pit isn't a giant dragon's toilet?
The pitch-black sludge in there was indeed Dragon Soar!
"This is the altar for the evolution of Dragon Blood, the magic circle," Saina began. "The Dragon Blood is dried up and has lost its vitality, and it can only be awakened by stimulating it with Dragon Blood."
Saina glanced at Wayne, "Strip, and jump in."
"Ah, this..." Wayne hesitated.
"It's okay, I am the teacher of your teacher, you don't have to be shy in front of me."
No, it's not about being shy; I just don't want to jump into a cesspit.
