"Uh... I don't understand any of that..."
"But..."
Ling Luochеn paused, her beautiful azure eyes sweeping over the Dark Silver Death Dragon again, from his gaunt ribs to his ink-black claws, from his dark silver scales to his six folded skeletal wings. Her gaze finally settled on his dragon eyes, blazing with ghostly blue fire.
She tilted her head slightly, her wheat-colored face brimming with an earnest expression that said, "I didn't understand a single thing, but it really does seem impressive."
"It's really amazing, huh..."
Hearing Ling Luochеn's praise, Feng Qingyang puffed out his already lifted chest even farther.
He rubbed his nose, his blue-green phoenix eyes curving into two crescents. The corners of his mouth nearly reached his ears as he looked at Electrolux, his face full of pride.
"Well, Elder Yi!"
His voice rose, its trailing notes carrying the swagger of a boy fishing for praise. He raised a hand to pat his chest, then pointed at the Dark Silver Death Dragon lying beside him.
"Am I fucking awesome or what!"
Hearing Feng Qingyang's question and seeing his smug expression, Electrolux's mouth twitched.
His translucent soul form swayed slightly in the air. An exceedingly complicated emotion flashed through the dark gold eyes beneath his gray-white brows, as though "I want to slap him" and "I have to admit he's right" had become tangled together, impossible to separate.
He really wanted to slap Feng Qingyang.
Really.
But looking at the Dark Silver Death Dragon lying beside him, created single-handedly by Feng Qingyang, looking at that gaunt yet towering draconic body where holiness and eeriness coexisted, and sensing the terrifying power sleeping beneath those scales, he ultimately lowered his raised hand.
He nodded, his voice hoarse and low, carrying a trace of reluctant yet heartfelt approval.
"You really are