The young black dragon's heart was struck with unimaginable shock.
He stared blankly ahead at the gentle, serious face, a terrifying existence akin to a creator.
A biological instinct of fear made him tremble incessantly.
"That's enough."
At this moment, Su Changqing, drenched in sweat, finally completed his task.
The various "parts" that were aligned now reassembled and underwent a significant transformation.
The size of the black dragon didn't change, but its deep dark color underwent a radical transformation.
The once entirely black body had now become a dazzling gold.
Half deep darkness, half brilliant gold, adding a sense of majesty to the otherwise ordinary little dragon.
The most notable change was in the little dragon's eyes and claws.
Initially, the small black dragon had only three claws, just average among the dragon tribe.
But now it had eight claws!
Moreover, on the edge of the eight claws, there was an inconspicuous yet real claw being nurtured!
