Jasmine thought for a moment, nodding in affirmation.
With the strength of an adult dragon, even without using high-level magic, just that defensive layer of the body hard as a city wall was not something ordinary cold weapons could break. In this era of declining magic, he could truly walk unhindered without fearing anyone. In the face of absolute power, there was no need to worry about anyone having designs on the dragon.
The night wind blew with bone-chilling cold. Jasmine put on the coat, seeing the Black Dragon lower his head without saying anything, pointed ears drooping in thought, thinking he had agreed.
Jasmine rubbed the Black Dragon's small head, feeling the cold scales gradually warming up under her palm, promising again: "I will try to return early. I will bring gifts for you then, maybe fresh beef or sparkling gems."
