Although it has lived for hundreds of years, with a cultivation that high, in the face of death, none of that matters.
Additionally, the higher the cultivation it has painstakingly achieved over the years, the more unwilling it is to let it go.
After spending so much effort to reach this Realm, now being told to die, how could it be willing?
"You surely didn't lie to me, but how can I believe you? This kind of secret technique must have risks, right?" Chen Yang wasn't overwhelmed.
If the dragon could sign a master-servant contract with him, it would indeed be beneficial, but Chen Yang's intuition told him there must be certain risks involved.
Furthermore, this dragon was treacherous and cunning; one careless move could result in suffering.
So he didn't rush to agree.
Seeing Chen Yang remain calm, the dragon immediately became anxious and started to sell itself to Chen Yang.
