Late at night, in the northeastern corner of Divine Wind Academy, a chubby little Dragonling rolled about on the ground. He twisted his plump body, his head following Yan Kuan's palm, looking extremely affectionate.
"Little fellow, you're so cute. Come with me!"
As Yan Kuan spoke, he crooked a finger at the Dragonling. The little fellow blinked his large, sparkling eyes and nodded, then wobbled after him.
"You little rascal."
Yan Kuan had not expected the Dragonling to launch a sneak attack. After catching up to him, the little fellow opened his mouth and suddenly stretched out his tongue to lick Yan Kuan's head.
The tongue, over a meter long, was covered in drool. Fortunately, it did not smell bad, and Yan Kuan's profound cultivation meant he did not care about such a minor matter. Still, he patted the little fellow on the head in warning.
The Dragonling did not get angry at Yan Kuan's scolding. He merely put on an innocent expression, blinked his big eyes, shuffled his chubby dragon body closer, and smiled at Yan Kuan. His huge mouth split open, and his large eyes narrowed into slits.
The little fellow truly liked Yan Kuan. He kept making affectionate gestures along the way, rubbing against him from time to time, looking happy and delighted.
"Dragonling, let's go."
Yan Kuan brought the little dragon to the Low Mountain and stroked his dragon horns, signaling him to crouch down. After tricking a dragon away, of course he intended to use him as a mount. Was he supposed to raise him as a pet instead?
The Dragonling happily let out two whimpering cries, then lowered himself so Yan Kuan could sit on his back. Though he looked like an immature little dragon, he was actually a fifth-rank Holy Dragon with formidable