As the only true dragon still alive in the world, Candle Dragon deeply understood the way of survival. So-called possessions were all things outside the body. No matter how precious something was, once you died, it became someone else's.
While alive, one must never be too reluctant to part with things. Even when his own companion treasure had been borrowed and never returned, he had not thought of asking for it back. He had not even gotten angry. Instead, he felt that humans loved doing favors, so he might as well count it as one.
Now that he had taken out another treasure, he was not particularly reluctant either. Whether it worked or not, it would count as a favor.
The harder Ying Bai tried to talk him into it, the more certain he became that this favor was already in the bag.
He might be foolish, but he was not stupid.
If he had truly been stupid, then no matter how skilled he was at keeping a low profile, he would not have lived until now.
Although this crimson sphere of light was exceedingly precious—the calamity ash left behind when the Fire Phoenix underwent nirvana—he was a true dragon and had no use for it whatsoever. He had only kept it back then because it had been convenient.
He did not know how Ying Bai... no, how Ying Long had known that he possessed such a thing.
That henpecked Ying Long told his woman everything. Good thing he was dead; otherwise, who knew how much more he would have told his wife about him.
Back then, the Fire Phoenix had died from being too powerful. After death, it became calamity ash, yet it had failed to encounter the right moment and could not undergo nirvana rebirth from the ash.