When he woke up, Bai Qian penetrated into the "Arcane Wasteland" he developed and became a magic insulator recognized by the whole school. He was tied to the altar and waiting to be sacrificed. The audience was full of sarcastic faces waiting to see his sudden death. No one knows that he has activated the only hidden profession in the server - Dragon Whisperer. A casual syllable is a lost forbidden technique, and a casual stroke is a city-destroying magic circle. While others were still fighting for the head of the pseudo-dragons for the contract, five ancient dragon gods were already lying behind him, and the leading dragon of the gods was whispering in his ear: "Master, the Holy Domain mage opposite... Dipped it in dragon's breath and roasted it, or just let it go?" The geniuses who had laughed at him in the past knelt down on the stone slab and begged him to accept him as a disciple. Bai Qian only glanced at him and said: "I'm sorry, I only teach dragon language, and you can't even pronounce the syllables. What's the use of recruiting you?"
