When Zhu Ling said this, everyone was stunned, and the dragon was even more silent.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the cave became somewhat awkward.
But Zhu Ling didn't care about these, she continued, "I felt it strange from the moment I came in, ideally, with a huge living dragon lying here, I should have sensed it right away."
"But not only is this cave pitch dark, I haven't felt any of your breath either."
"At first, I thought you were hiding your breath, but then again, it seemed off. The flames you just sprayed weren't hot enough, am I right?"
If the dragon had used some other method to make an example out of them, Zhu Ling might not have noticed anything.
However, the dragon chose to use its breath.
Zhu Ling, being a young dragon, was particularly sensitive to flames.
She could instantly sense the temperature, intensity, and energy of the flames, which others couldn't perceive.
