The Blood Sin Dragon looked at the blue-robed Daoist, on the verge of tears.
These past years had been far too stifling for it.
Su Hao had forcibly subdued it with the Dragon Fall Lock.
That much was one thing. Su Hao was immensely powerful, and his progress in strength over the years had been downright terrifying.
When following a powerhouse, never mind eating meat—surely it could at least drink some soup? When one man attained the Dao, even his chickens and dogs ascended to heaven.
A few years ago, the Blood Sin Dragon had come to terms with it, thinking that following Su Hao was not such a loss after all.
True Immortals of the Taihao Sacred Dynasty had appeared one after another.
Yet the Blood Sin Dragon alone was not permitted into the Taihao Sacred Dynasty's core. It had repeatedly asked Su Hao for guidance and teachings, only to be fobbed off with the excuse that the time had not yet come.
More often than not, Su Hao was in seclusion, and it did not even dare disturb him.
As a result, it had spent these years lying low in an abyss.
It did not dare stir up trouble, devour humans, or use cultivators for cultivation.
And though it cultivated obediently, its draconic talent meant that its progress was hardly poor. But compared to the True Immortals of the Taihao Sacred Dynasty, it lagged far too far behind.
With the immortal gate closed, when the time came to ascend in the future, it would still have to beg Su Hao.
Given Su Hao's attitude toward it, it would most likely not be allowed. It was worse off than a dog!
Everything it had suffered was worse than remaining sealed within the Western Sea's Abyssal Depths.
Fortunately, not long