Looking at the golden dragon's panicked appearance, Luo Chen couldn't help but feel a bit emotional. He comforted, "It's not your fault. The pond's water decreases little by little each year, making it hard for anyone to notice. It's like the boiling frog metaphor; by the time the frog senses danger, it's already too late to escape."
The golden dragon was even more fearful after hearing Luo Chen's metaphor. It said anxiously, "What should I do? I'm trapped in this valley and can't use my mana to leave. When this pond dries up, I will be roasted by the sun..." By the end, it was almost on the verge of tears.
Luo Chen looked at the pitiful dragon and was lost for words. However, he knew this was no time for mockery and they needed to solve the problem quickly, so he hurriedly reassured, "Don't worry, there must be a way."
