Shalti rarely saw Tang Qi looking so pleased with himself.
From what she had observed during their time together, Tang Qi was as cautious in his actions as the most prudent Dragonborn priest in Falto's party.
That caution made him appear confidently in control in most circumstances, just as when he had spent a full hour using sacred fire to burn Quinn's real mother—the woman who had turned her into a Hag—to ashes.
As a result, whenever his predictions came true, he was usually calm and composed.
Yet Tang Qi had clearly guessed that this former lord was imprisoned here, and still took the initiative to mock him with such glee—
She was very curious about the reason. "You know each other—hm?"
"They have a grudge."
As Tang Qi spoke, he picked Yiwu up from the ground and turned him toward Leon.
The little dragon suddenly bared his tiny teeth at the lion and let out a shrill, whinny-like cry.
As if he were hissing.
After all, from Yiwu's perspective, this evil big cat really had intended to imprison him and grind him into powder.
But no matter how fiercely the little dragon hissed, Leon merely extended a fingertip, trying to touch Yiwu's nose. To Yiwu, it looked like a sharp claw about to scratch his eyes out.
"Yiwu!"
In his panic, he spat out a Gravity Orb. Invisible repulsive force swept up a gale and crashed into Leon's chest with a bang, blasting the Night Wind hiding behind him into the wall.
Leon, standing directly in front of him, remained completely unmoved, seemingly using his powerful body to withstand the gravitational blast head-on.
Tang Qi hurriedly pulled the hissing little dragon into his arms. As he soothed him, he studied Leon. "You can really keep your cool, huh?"
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