Ao Xuan...
Lin Yi heard this name.
He confirmed something once again.
This dragon must have had a glorious past.
The surname Ao, indeed only the true Dragon Race of Xia, has the right to enjoy it.
Hearing the call of Wanchong Mountain.
It seemed that this dying sick dragon had a slight response.
Lin Yi saw her massive dragon head slightly lift up.
Her right eye slowly opened a slit.
And her left eye seemed to have completely gone blind and could no longer open.
Ao Xuan saw Wanchong Mountain.
She mustered up her spirit, moved the position of her dragon head, opened her mouth, and a deep, majestic voice sounded.
"How long has it been since I last slept?"
Wanchong Mountain said: "Three years."
Lin Yi saw Ao Xuan's dragon pupils slightly contract.
Then she coiled her dragon body, exposing the position of her dragon belly which she had been carefully protecting.
Seemingly confirming the safety of the child in her belly.
Thump...
Thump...
