"Little Fire Dragon can actually live inside my body?" Liszt was utterly stunned. The wonder of dragons had once again overturned his understanding. A dragon of flesh and blood could actually switch freely between flesh and blood and magic power.
The fire dragon pattern extended downward from his collarbone all the way to his abdomen and the sides of his ribs, constantly shifting.
One moment it spread its wings as if about to fly, the next it tucked them in as though lying down, then it began walking across his chest again.
It could even hang upside down from his chest.
Liszt could feel it, and he could even continue his previous method of cultivation. The little Fire Dragon could still refine his newly generated battle qi, then excrete the magical impurities, helping his battle qi continually evolve toward dragon battle qi—perhaps this was the true cultivation method of a Dragon Knight.
The little Fire Dragon living on his chest seemed exceedingly pleased with itself. Its emotions had once again established a connection with Liszt, and he could vaguely sense them.
It was probably mocking Liszt for "making trouble for himself."
However, Liszt paid no attention to the little Fire Dragon's momentary clamor. The risk of exposure had basically been eliminated; all that remained was the matter of riding the dragon. With his experience taming Blizzard Beasts and Landwalkers, dealing with a newly born young dragon should not be difficult.
After getting dressed, he silently sent the little Fire Dragon an emotional message: "Stay obediently on my chest. If you want to come out for some air, tell me in advance. I'll take you somewhere deserted to stretch your wings... Also, if you want to drain all my battle qi again in the future, notify me beforehand!"
Having been drained