Young Dragon

"Master, I want to see what that is." Feiyan very rarely took the initiative to contact Abel through the Soul Chain.

Although Abel had always kept the Soul Chain's two-way channel open, the Contracted items were all very considerate and never took the initiative to disturb him. Whether Abel was meditating as a Sorceress or forging equipment and refining potions, any interruption could cause him to make a mistake.

Inside Abel's Magic Tower, Abel was looking at the dragon blood in his hand when the sudden message made him pause. Only then did he remember that compared with him, a human, Feiyan, as a Pseudo-dragon, should know more about this bottle of dragon blood.

"Flavie, teleport me to Feiyan!" Abel said to the air.

As white light flashed, his figure vanished from the Magic Tower and appeared beside Feiyan.

The moment Abel appeared, Feiyan's eyes locked onto the bottle of dragon blood in his hand, which glimmered with dark-gold arcs of electricity. Its instincts kept warning it that the blood would be of tremendous benefit, enabling it to break through the shackles of its race.

However, the Soul Chain was powerful enough to suppress this desire. Feiyan turned its eyes toward Abel, its gaze filled with pleading.

"What level of dragon blood is this?" Abel asked directly.

"Holy Dragon Blood!" Feiyan sent the words through the Soul Chain like it was muttering in a dream.

Abel had never heard of Holy Dragons, but from Feiyan's explanation, he learned that the term had been mentioned in the knowledge inherited from Feiyan's bloodline.

"What effect would Holy Dragon Blood have on you?" Abel asked again.

Feiyan was the strongest trump card in Abel's hands. It was already powerful enough, and he could not let it die before reaching its full potential because