A Trap

Those two had once been soul beasts, after all, so why did it feel as if they did not want the Silver Dragon King to awaken at all?

Daming also saw what Jiang Siming was thinking and explained, "Erming and I are proper natives of Douluo Continent. We don't feel that kind of deep gratitude toward the Dragon God. Although I have dragon blood in my body, it didn't originate from the Dragon God. And Erming is a descendant of Titan, an existence whose status is in no way inferior to the Dragon God's."

"Don't worry! I'm not that stupid!" Jiang Siming had no interest in adding another problem for himself.

The conflict between soul masters and soul beasts was irreconcilable, and he could not just stand by and watch soul masters be slaughtered. Awakening the Silver Dragon King would simply be a decision so idiotic it defied belief.

At the summit of Cloud Recesses, a sea of clouds filled the sky, forming a stunningly beautiful picture.

A picturesque young woman sat on the mountain peak, swinging her feet. From time to time, a sweet smile appeared on her face, clearly the look of a girl in the first bloom of love.

This was Wang Dong'er, who had changed into women's clothing, and the person she was thinking about was probably Huo Yuhao.

At some point, Jiang Siming had already arrived beside Wang Dong'er. Carrying a pot of strong liquor, he sat down.

"Brother Sima!" Wang Dong'er, whose girlish side had been discovered, panicked, flustered beyond measure for a moment.

"Calm down, calm down. I knew long ago!" Jiang Siming waved his hand.

"Ah! So Brother Sima knew all along!" Wang Dong'er lowered her head in embarrassment.

"Thinking about that little guy Huo Yuhao?" Jiang Siming said in an odd