Although it felt a bit unpleasant inside, the Black Dragon inexplicably let out a sigh of relief. At least it didn't have to be put on the spot.
As an underage Black Dragon, it had a very strong will to live.
Don't be fooled by how tough it acted just now—deep down it had already thought about it: what if Ning Fan really forced it, what was it supposed to do then?
"Now that the irrelevant stuff is done, let's talk business."
As he spoke, Ning Fan plopped his butt down. "Huh, not gonna lie, it's pretty soft. Not like I imagined, doesn't jab my ass at all."
The "stool" under Ning Fan's butt was exactly the fleshy crown the Black Dragon had shown off earlier.
"I must endure! Endure! Endure!"
The Black Dragon forced itself to calm down, hiding that man-eating fury. "Big Lord, what do you want to know?"
"You still haven't said why the Divine Power went out of control."
