Ang brushed the dust from his body with a hand, his gaze still cold and sharp.
At that moment, the black-haired woman had silently moved to the dragon's side. Her expression was respectful, as if there had never been any barrier between her and the dragon.
Ang stared at the dragon and slowly asked, "Are you one of the Pan Family, or... one of their magical beasts?"
The moment he spoke, the air turned heavy. There was no provocation in Ang's words, yet the faint probing within them was like a blade thrust straight into the secrets of this land.
In his perception, this enormous dragon radiated an aura equivalent to that of a human Fourth-tier expert—an eighth-level magical beast.
The dragon suddenly threw back its head and laughed, the sound making the air hum.
A dazzling yellow light enveloped its body. Its massive form abruptly shrank, dragon scales turned into fabric, its wings vanished, and in the blink of an eye, it became a middle-aged man in an earthy yellow robe.
The man was bald, broad-shouldered and thick-backed, his muscles bulging. A faint Dragon's Might still lingered around him, making him seem like a walking mountain.
"Take Sheng and leave," the bald middle-aged man said flatly.
The black-haired woman immediately bowed, not daring to show the slightest negligence. She then hoisted the unconscious black-haired man over her shoulder and vanished down the end of the street in a few light steps.
Only Ang and the bald man remained in the air.
"Human, what is your name?" the bald man asked, his voice deep, like rolling stones.
Ang raised a brow, a trace of mockery in his tone. "I thought you people should have known already. My name is Ang."
"They knew. I didn't," the bald man replied without changing