When he opened his eyes, he was placed on the altar, with an abyss behind him, and in front of him was the golden dragon that covered the sky and the sun - the whole continent was waiting to see Yun Xu become the 1042nd waste burned to ashes by the dragon's breath.
Until he heard the true meaning of the dragon's low roar: "Stop pretending, hurry up and make a contract, the pursuers will be here soon."
Proficient in dragon language? That was just an appetizer. While others were desperately trying to get approval from a young dragon, Yun Xu was already thinking about how to install air conditioning in his dragon king's lair.
