As one of a True Dragon's signature powers, only after mastering [Breath]—a weapon of immense power—could one be considered to have some real combat ability.
Most young dragons, when they were first born, weren't in the same predicament as Yiwu, left without anyone to teach them.
At least, from what Tang Qi remembered, many Giant Dragons trained and educated their offspring while they were young, until they had mastered the powers that were rightfully theirs.
Having missed out on that, Yiwu could only rely on trial and error to master any of its innate talents.
At best, Tang Qi could use some knowledge that might not even be accurate to try to help it understand the nature of [Breath]—
"Have some more, just a little more. Kuru had this 'eggshell cake' specially made to apologize to you."
Holding the little dragon as it lay limp in his palm, he coaxed it again and again.
Yiwu's belly had visibly swollen. Whenever its golden eyes fell on the eggshell-shaped cake, which stood as tall as a person, it couldn't help wanting to flap its wings and flee the cavern.
"Yiwu!"
It had already forgiven the Kobold, hadn't it?
Why did it still have to endure this cruel "feeding torture"!?
Actually, there wasn't much wrong with the cake.
It was just that, to make the whole thing seem even richer, Tang Qi had urged Chuck to mix in plenty of mozzarella, maple syrup, condensed milk, butter, and all sorts of other cloyingly sweet ingredients.
That had only made the cake's flavor difficult to describe.
But it seemed to have eaten so much that it couldn't even muster the strength to fly.
A rising pull had barely lifted it a few centimeters before it dropped right back into Tang Qi's palm.
Normally, a Giant