Lin Feng stretched lazily, then lay down directly on the soft grass beside the campfire. Gazing at the stars scattered across the night sky, he wore an unusually serious expression.
"Teacher, the reason I'm risking my life to become stronger is so that one day, when you're in danger, you'll have someone to rely on too."
Qian Renxue paused mid-bite, lowered her eyes toward Lin Feng lying on the grass, and felt the frustration and anger that had weighed on her all the way here vanish into thin air.
The corners of her lips rose faintly, and her usually cool voice softened slightly.
"You? Someone I can rely on? I'd already be satisfied if you stopped making me angry every day."
Hearing that his bargain-bin teacher had finally calmed down, Lin Feng's smile widened, and a triumphant glint flashed through his eyes.
Finally, he had coaxed her into forgiving him.
A week later,
Lin Feng and the others explored along a winding river through the forest when they suddenly spotted a massive azure-blue figure sprawled in an open area on the riverbank. It was tearing into its prey's flesh, and the stench of blood could be smelled from hundreds of meters away.
"A Frost Ice Flood Dragon. I didn't expect to encounter this kind of dragon-type soul beast at the edge of the inner region."
Pufferfish fixed his gaze on the figure, surprise flashing in his eyes as he spoke in a low voice.
Qian Renxue narrowed her phoenix eyes and cautiously examined the Frost Ice Flood Dragon's body before speaking indifferently.
"One meter corresponds to a thousand years. This flood dragon is a little over a hundred meters long, so it's just over ten thousand years old."
After thinking for a moment, she turned to Lin Feng and said