From what Han Ning had observed, the Flood Dragons and Giant Dragons of this world each had their own strengths, with no clear distinction of which was superior.
Clearly, the Flood Dragons were more attuned to the mystical and adept at using special techniques to neutralize powerful attacks. This, combined with their elegant forms, filled Han Ning with admiration.
"CHIME~" Qingyao gazed at Egg Pancake with its gentle Dragon Eyes, then extended a draconic claw and gently patted its head, as if encouraging it.
"CHIRP CHIRP~"
Egg Pancake scratched its head in embarrassment, shrank in size, and flew back to Han Ning's shoulder, where it squatted down and tucked in its little claws.
"CHIME CHIME~"
"Elder Qingyao asks if you want to continue sparring. It says it's happy to keep going."
