Zong Shen beckoned to Blue Dopey.
The little fellow released the slender, shapely legs and began crawling forward with its wings and forelimbs.
Judging by the growth cycle of pure-blooded five-colored dragons, it would need at least another six months before it could fly steadily under normal conditions.
Its pair of wings was not strong enough yet, and its bones had not developed to a sufficiently sturdy state.
Of course, Blue Dopey could occasionally flap its wings and take to the air for short periods.
It could probably only last a few minutes.
Zong Shen bent down and picked Blue Dopey up.
Though he kept calling it "little fellow," it was actually already close to the size of a calf.
Its muscles and bones were exceptionally strong and dense, so it weighed over two hundred catties.
It had some weight to it in his arms, but that was all.
For Zong Shen, whose normal Strength attribute was nearing 3,000 points, strength was measured in tons.
"Little fellow, you need to grow up quickly."
He said affectionately.
Blue Dopey also intelligently rubbed its head against Zong Shen's cheek.
It was careful throughout, looking remarkably clever.
Its head was covered in angular scales and horns, and the slightest carelessness could cut someone's skin.
That was why the little fellow was always so cautious when interacting with humans.
Dragons possessed innate intelligence.
Whenever a true dragon was successfully conceived and its soul was born, it received an inheritance from its bloodline, including knowledge, combat techniques, and spellcasting secrets passed down from its ancestral dragons.
Young dragons that did not receive such an inheritance were not even worthy of being called true dragons.
They could only be scornfully referred to as Dull Dragonbeasts.
Therefore, although Blue Dopey could not speak yet, it was far