The Dragon blinked its eyes and chuckled, estimating the heat as it added various spirit fruits one by one, murmuring,
"It's been three days and three nights. The temperature for concocting this Human Pill is particularly important. Fortunately, I've been doing it for so many years that I'm quite familiar with the process."
"However, the Human Race truly is ruthless and vicious, even willing to use such younger generations for Pill Concoction. No wonder we can never overcome them. If it weren't for their internal conflicts and mutual hostilities, where would there be a place for us to survive?"
Touching the sword scar beneath his scales that had been aching for three hundred years, a profound and intense fear appeared in the Dragon's eyes. His hand clenched slightly, emitting a few pale green glimmers of light.
"Over three hundred years have passed. I have cultivated from the early stages of Zifu to the peak of Zifu, yet this wound has never healed... Li Jiangqun..."
