However, there was often no limit to human exploitation.
After Palkia and Dialga painfully picked a few more Dragon Scales off themselves and handed them over as compensation for causing trouble,
Luo Mu finally retied the "eagerly awaiting action" Golden Chain around his waist.
Seeing this, the two dragons, who felt their lives were truly miserable, also breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as they were about to turn around and leave, silently vowing that once they returned, they would sleep even longer and never go out unless absolutely necessary,
Luo Mu's sudden voice made both of them jolt all over.
"Wait a moment."
At that instant,
if Palkia and Dialga had expressive human faces, their expressions would surely have looked even worse than crying.
They turned their heads, their gazes seeming to say—
[Dear living ancestor, what other orders do you have?]
The only shred of stubbornness Palkia and Dialga had left was that, no matter what, they could not show Luo Mu a fawning, ingratiating expression.
They had surrendered on the surface, but their hearts had not yet yielded to this great demon king.
How could Luo Mu not know what the two were thinking? Still, he did not press any further, lest he drive them into a corner and have to clean up an even bigger mess afterward.
He pointed at White Poplar Town, which had been packed into a rift in space-time and whose outer edges had been constantly "swallowed" due to the imbalance of space-time.
He also pointed at the buildings affected by the powers of space and time—some that had abruptly vanished without a trace, others weathered away as though they had endured several centuries.
Luo Mu said, "Do not forget about these. Restore what needs restoring, and put back whatever needs to be