The Black Dragon said sincerely, "Such a thing won't happen. I still need your help in calming the Dragon Crystal."
Upon hearing this, Ning Fan couldn't help but let out a derisive laugh, finding the statement even less believable.
Although Ning Fan had some confidence in himself, he was never arrogant.
What is the Divine Realm, after all? It's the dwelling place of the Divine Spirits, inhabited by a bunch of relics whose lifespans are counted in thousands of years.
Who can guarantee that there aren't a few talented individuals capable of resolving the Black Dragon's predicament?
"If you don't believe me, we can go to the Star Sea, and I'll give you my Divinity, and you help me heal…"
Ning Fan interrupted, "I'll let you die with that hope. I will not follow you to the Divine Realm."
Without hesitation, the Black Dragon responded, "Then let me leave."
"How cunning. You've been laying the groundwork all this time just for that sentence."
