"Ah!"
Gu Wen frowned slightly, "Why does this sound seem excessively delicate?"
"You are a killer Daoist Skill!"
The Red Dragon dharma form, with its ten-zhang body, flew towards him, rubbing against Gu Wen as a very faint trace of spirituality transmitted.
It was normal for the dharma form to possess spirituality; it was undetected before because Gu Wen had realized it too early.
Gu Wen placed his hand on the Dragon Head, his eyes brimming with thousands of murderous intents, only to hear a thunderous dragon's roar enveloping the Qi Sea.
He nodded in satisfaction and said, "That's more like it."
As the murderous intent withdrew, the Red Dragon dharma form seemed as if its throat was choked, "Awoo~"
"...."
Gu Wen decided that before the Red Dragon dharma form matured, he would not let it randomly make noise outdoors, since it was a killer Daoist Skill, not some whimpering creature.
