Deep within the Magma World, the purple-gold cocoon finally stirred.
At first, it was only an exceedingly faint crack.
Like a jade shell lightly tapped open by a fingertip.
Xiao Fan had been seated cross-legged beside the stone platform. Upon hearing that sound, the Heavenly Flames coiling around his palm slowly came to a halt.
Zhu Kun's enormous dragon body also tensed in an instant.
He stared fixedly at the cocoon, an unmistakable tension appearing in his dragon eyes.
Across the cocoon's surface, dragon scale patterns and phoenix feather patterns interwove and flowed. Purple-gold and dark gold tangled together, while the bloodline patterns that had once remained distinct now fused completely, condensing into a complete Dragon Phoenix mark.
The next moment, a muffled voice came from within the cocoon.
"Xiao Fan..."
Xiao Fan rose to his feet and walked before the cocoon.
"I'm here."
There was a moment of silence inside.
"Where's the old man?"
Zhu Kun immediately lowered his dragon head.
"I'm here too."
The cocoon fell silent again for a moment.
Then, the voice spoke with the dazed confusion of someone who had just awakened, along with its familiar wariness.
"Where's my fruit?"
Zhu Kun: "..."
Xiao Fan chuckled softly. "You've already refined it."
"Refined it?"
Zi Yan inside the cocoon seemed to finally wake up a little more.
"Then am I stronger now?"
Before Xiao Fan could answer, Zhu Kun said, "Strong."
Zi Yan did not sound very satisfied.
"I was asking Xiao Fan."
Zhu Kun's expression stiffened.
The corners of Xiao Fan's lips rose slightly.
"Very strong."
The aura within the cocoon immediately became lighter.
"That's more like it."
Zhu Kun silently glanced at Xiao Fan.
He had guarded her for so long, yet the first thing his daughter said upon waking was to call for