"It's alright."
Jiang Jiamian grabbed Fu Xin's wrist again, and before he could resist or before he could even react, he swept him onto a wisp of black cloud and soared into the air.
"Come back with me first. There's plenty of time for you to think about the rest."
The wind whistled past his ears as Fu Xin nervously looked down at the mountains and rivers rushing beneath him, unable to muster even the slightest courage to struggle.
He had excellent aptitude, which was why the clan leader considered him the most promising descendant of the dragon race, but that didn't mean he already possessed a high level of cultivation.
After all, he hadn't formally cultivated much yet.
Dragons were different from humans. Before their dragon bones were fully formed, they could only continuously hone and cultivate their innate abilities. Only after their dragon bones matured could they truly cultivate powerful techniques.
Therefore, if he really struggled, and this person actually let go...
