After hearing Evil Buddha Wang De's words, Su Fan finally understood why everyone wore such expressions whenever they saw him.
It turned out that the dragon might enveloping his body brought tremendous pressure to others.
This was also the price of devouring True Dragon Blood. The blood in his body was like boiling magma, and every pulse tugged at excruciating pain, as if tens of millions of steel needles were wandering through his bone marrow.
There was no denying that True Dragon Blood was far too overbearing.
Thinking of this, Su Fan smiled, then respectfully bowed in a grand salute.
"Senior, you should have a way to help me conceal my dragon might, right..."
Evil Buddha Wang De rubbed a string of prayer beads between his withered fingers, producing a faint, rustling sound. His murky gaze suddenly shone like cold stars.
"Come to think of it, back then I did see a cultivation art passed down from ancient times. However, True Dragons had already disappeared for many years, so that cultivation art became useless..."
Hearing the old man's words, Su Fan immediately perked up.
"Senior, do you still have that cultivation art..."
Evil Buddha Wang De smiled, then raised his hand and pointed a finger at Su Fan.
"Buzz..."
Su Fan only felt his head go "buzz," and excruciating pain exploded from his sea of consciousness, as if someone were stirring his brain marrow with a red-hot branding iron.
Countless ancient runes surged into his sea of consciousness like a tidal wave, nearly bursting his head apart.
After who knew how long, when the final trace of information settled, he slumped to the ground. Cold sweat from his temples soaked his collar, yet a feverish light flickered in his eyes.
Su Fan closed his eyes and examined the information that