Goodbye Ancestral Witch

Before he knew how much time had passed, the last wisp of spiritual energy entered Dragon Baby's body. The little golden, round ball of fur finally regained his former appearance.

He gave a tiny yawn, shook his round little head, fluttered his delicate heavenly dragon wings, and leaped onto Chen Nan's shoulder. Then he gently rubbed his head against Chen Nan's skeletal cheek.

"Amitabha!" Dragon Baby blinked his clear, bright eyes at Chen Nan's skeletal form, his gaze brimming with delight. In a childish, excited voice, he asked, "You're Chen Nan?! How did you end up like this?"

Looking at Dragon Baby on his shoulder, full of life once more and still so innocent, the bitterness in Chen Nan's heart gradually faded, leaving only warmth behind. He lightly poked Dragon Baby's round forehead, his voice carrying helpless concern. "You little fellow, do you remember what happened back then? How did you end up in such a terrible state?"

At Chen Nan's question, Dragon Baby looked a little embarrassed. He rubbed his round belly with a small claw, his eyes somewhat dazed and his tone equally muddled.

"I... I don't remember very clearly either. I only remember that I was having a wonderful time in the Sixth Realm. I sneaked into the wine cellar of some Heaven-rank old fossil and drank lots and lots of good wine. I got all dizzy, and then I don't know what happened. I only remember that it hurt so much then—like my whole body was about to shatter. I felt like I was going to die."

Hearing Dragon Baby's words, Chen Nan was completely speechless.

The six realms had been destroyed, heaven and earth had collapsed, and billions of living beings had perished. Everyone had struggled desperately to survive the great calamity, yet this little