The bloody cloth on the ancestor of the Dragon family was without a single tear.
However, the sword that Dragon Dance had wielded through numerous battles was broken.
"Impressive." Boulevard couldn't help but applaud from the side and said, "Father Zack is indeed closest to God recently."
"Humans are ultimately humans, not God." Father Zack kicked the ancestor of the Dragon family in the chest, sending the figure that Dragon Dance had tricked into the Drizzle Building two thousand years ago back into the coffin.
"Mr. Dragon took me in, I should express my gratitude. It's only right to do my part."
With great politesse, he bowed towards Dragon Dance, apologetically saying, "But judging from the current situation, we indeed need a little more time. Those unstable elements within them haven't been eliminated, and I'm trying my best."
"Hurry up, I can't wait any longer." Dragon Dance looked at the broken sword, eyes glinting with anticipation.
