I don't know why, but when the eyes of this ancient dragon fell upon Horn's neck, he was overcome by an indescribable strange feeling.
It was as if the dark red scar around his neck was searing.
Horn couldn't help but tighten his collar and composedly performed an Ancient Aier salute: "I'm pleased to meet you, Lady Cynthia. I really didn't expect that the legendary ancient dragons still exist today."
"Hohoho, quite bold, young man." The body of Red Dragon Cynthia slowly rose from the ground, "When Ottatila first saw this old dragon body of mine, she was so scared she wet herself..."
"Grandma Cynthia!" In the dim firelight, Ottatila's face turned beet red, "I did not wet myself, alright!"
As the red dragon slowly sat up, Horn's head also raised slowly.
Although it was still crouching, it appeared to be four or five meters tall at first glance, meaning the dragon's total length might exceed nine meters.
