"What does the Dragon Lord intend? When will it be time?" Aside from being wild and arrogant, Jin Tong's frenzied dragon bloodline was also stubborn—so stubborn that it could even be called obstinate.
"At least wait until your injuries have fully healed. We'll discuss it again after you've made some progress with the new cultivation arts."
Lu Xiaotian extended a finger and tapped once. Before Jin Tong could react, Lu Xiaotian's finger touched his brow. In an instant, it seemed that countless illusions had been sealed inside his mind.
"There are quite a few supreme dragon-clan arts inside, ones I believe suit you fairly well. Jin Muhai and the others also obtained quite a few cultivation arts. You can exchange pointers with them later."
Jin Tong stood rooted to the spot for quite some time, completely captivated by the cultivation arts Lu Xiaotian had imparted.
"Thank you, Dragon Lord, for bestowing these arts." Jin Tong bent down to prostrate himself, but a gentle force held him up.
"The dragon clan stands tall between heaven and earth. We may show reverence to our ancestors and respect our parents, but there's no need to kneel in other circumstances."
"Yes, Dragon Lord!" Jin Tong withdrew with his heart surging. His reverence for Lu Xiaotian had risen another level.
The Dragon Lord before him possessed not only extraordinary talent and overwhelming strength, but also a bearing and breadth of mind that ordinary people could hardly match.
Given enough time, such a being would sooner or later lead the dragon clan to stand tall once more among the various realms and carve out a world of its own.
During the short time he had spent in contact with Lu Xiaotian, Jin Tong had already been completely won over.
Afterward, Jin Tong exchanged cultivation arts with