Upon hearing Ji Chen's slightly smug inquiry, the Dragon Descendant's pupils contracted violently.
It slowly turned its head, its golden vertical pupils reflecting that familiar yet unfamiliar face.
Moments ago, its attention was drawn away by the battle's shocking scenes, completely forgetting about the old friend that had suddenly appeared beside it.
Memories related to him surged in like tides at this moment.
Their first meeting was inside the prison forged by the White Demons, where all living beings imprisoned were forced to cultivate special magic techniques, becoming furnaces for the White Demons to extract strength.
Back then, Ji Chen curled up in the darkest corner of the prison.
His body was so thin it was nearly deformed, and the contours of his bones were clearly visible under his pale skin. His wrists were entwined with Restriction Chains planted by the White Demons, and his gaze was dim, staring blankly outside the prison, like a living puppet.
