"Roar... huff..."
On the crater cliff, Rio hung his head, utterly exhausted. He had breathed dragonfire for a full ten minutes, completely draining his magic power to help Liszt temper his body with dragon breath—this time, he absolutely had not been putting on an act. He was genuinely exhausted beyond measure, without even the strength to take potions.
The flames died out.
Shaking the ashes from his body, Liszt let out a long breath of stale air. It had been a long time since he had trained so freely and thoroughly. The results from this single session were worth half a month of training on his own. No wonder dragon knights were the strongest fighting force in this world; dragons were simply too great a help in cultivation.
And Rio was only a hatchling, not even a month old.
Without experiencing it firsthand, one could never understand the bliss and exhilaration of cultivating alongside a dragon, that feeling of being utterly satisfied. Dragon magic refining felt like stepping out after a sauna, a comfort beyond description; dragon breath tempering felt like receiving a full-body massage, the kind where every bone was stepped on until it cracked and popped.
Looking at dejected Rio, Liszt knew that he had already "squeezed dry" this disobedient Little Fire Dragon.
"I'll probably need five days to digest the gains from today's training. If we do this too often, my body won't be able to take it either. After all, a human body cannot compare to a dragon's physique." Liszt stretched his limbs, assessed his current physical condition, and reached his conclusion.
So he said to Rio, "Rest well. This is the potion you deserve. I'll have A Ke prepare a pile of fish for you by the seaside three days from now. I'll come back