A thick sense of déjà vu of a Dragon Slayer finally turning into an evil dragon.
There was nothing he could do about it. He was just a wage slave in all this. On the very last day, a girl named Wan Qishang finally showed up. Her talent was Seventh-Grade Talent, which looked pretty good. She wasn't very old, about twenty-one or twenty-two. Her face was a bit thin, but she liked to smile; when she smiled, she looked very pure, even a little timid.
"Is this okay?" Yuchi reached out his hand.
"Okay…" Wan Qishang answered softly. "And, my lord, you don't need to do it yourself. I'll do it."
"Mm."
"Then like this, is it okay?"
"A bit higher."
"Okay."
"Is it okay like this?"
"It's fine, I can see it."
