The dragon's head emerged from the surface of the water to look at Su Ming. There was respect and fear in its eyes. It could sense the subtle presence coming from Su Ming's body, the strength of which was something it had never seen before.
Su Ming gently stroked the dragon's head, then stood up. The Shaman Dragon started trembling at this moment, as if it had sensed Su Ming's intention. More ripples appeared at the surface of the water.
It opened its mouth slowly, and as its body twisted about, it spat out a ball of blood about the size of a fist. A pure Shamanic presence spread out from that ball of blood. It gradually floated towards Su Ming and stopped before him.
Once the dragon spat out that ball of blood, it looked a little dispirited, but it lowered its head respectfully towards Su Ming before slowly sinking back into the depths of the swamp.
