Comfortable.
This was the first time he'd felt comfortable since his Dragon Transformation.
His entire body was free from the pain that penetrated deep into the bones, and there was even a kind of force healing the injuries throughout his body.
A deep voice sounded by his ear.
The rhythm was both familiar and strange.
It was... the chant of the Dragon Clan.
He had heard it twice before.
Once in the Illusion Realm of the Dragon Clan,
and once when he himself chanted during Dragon Transformation,
this was the third time.
Was this chant for him?
Then, where was the owner of this voice when he transformed into a dragon?
Shang Yanting did not know how to describe his feelings at this moment: sour, angry, aggrieved, hateful...
These complex emotions constantly transformed and intertwined in his heart.
However, it was the first time he had fully succumbed to sleep as a result.
