The eyes of the adult White Dragon, Saclese, flashed with anger but he couldn't unleash it. Not only because of the Empire's shadow, but also because, in a certain sense, it's like the sarcasm that slips out of a black person's mouth when saying Brother Ni—both mocking and helpless.
Blue Dragon Akzhi suddenly stopped at this moment. His gaze swept over the sneaky Wild Dragons and the other nearby Blue Dragons, ignoring them, and instead, pretended to be surprised as he turned his head around, seemingly shocked.
"Oh, why are you still following us? Saclese, you're free now."
"What do you mean?" White Dragon Saclese didn't share Blue Dragon Akzhi's pretentiousness because he was genuinely surprised, "We're free now; does the Gogomola Dragon Group simply let us leave like that?"
"Of course," Blue Dragon Akzhi said with a meaningful glance at the White Dragon, his deep voice sounded both disdainful and subtly provocative, with a spiritual glow faintly blazing in his eyes.
