If Li Wei had still been in human form, a sheen of cold sweat would surely have beaded across his bright forehead.
Though polite pleasantries flowed from his mouth, his nearly overloaded brain was spinning madly, searching for a way out of the crisis before him—even as he couldn't help cursing his own wretched luck.
For all his schemes and caution, he had never imagined that, at the very last moment after smoothly resolving the accident, he would still wipe out!
What he couldn't understand was that he clearly hadn't invoked Tiamat's divine name this time! So why had he still drawn the attention of this unprovokable old dame?!
Ever since that year in the Underdark, when he had recklessly shouted the divine name of Tiamat, Evil Scale, in order to prove his "pure bloodline" before Xineya, the Shadow Queen—directly drawing her "gaze" and receiving a "divine favor sigil" that left him unable to sleep or eat in peace—he had never again dared to casually shout out another god's name in "public."
Fortunately, this divine favor seemed to have been merely the other party's first round of "devil's investment." After she had proactively "made a few long-distance calls" during the years he hid away sleeping in the chaotic Weave of the Underdark, only for no dragon to pick up, she seemed to have "forgotten" the matter.
Wait!
The divine favor sigil?
The sigil?
Damn! He himself had forgotten this fatal link.
Sure enough, from the corner of his eye, he saw the crimson divine favor sigil on the back of his right foreclaw gleaming brightly—especially glaring and ironic against his silver-bright scales!
So, that blue dragon must have been driven into such desperation by him that it placed its hopes in Tiamat, Mother of Evil Dragons. It might not ordinarily