"Yes, yes, yes! You should've done this ages ago. If you like him, just snatch him up and mate with him!"
"And this-this is something good. Use it as you see fit... This is all your ancestor can do for you."
At the same time, the Old Dragon God's voice rang out, gleefully fanning the flames as he watched the show.
Lin Yuan jolted.
Little Dragon God?
Old Dragon God?
Tied up here?!
Just as Lin Yuan was about to open his eyes, the world spun around him. His limbs ached and even hurt a little, yet that ache seemed strangely stimulating, drawing him into it as though he possessed boundless vitality.
Damn it. This is the warning sign that my divine power is about to run dry.
The pressure and expenditure from activating his Martial Soul Avatar and facing the gaze of Cosmic Law had been far too great.
He opened and closed his eyes repeatedly before he finally managed to adjust a little.
"Hmm, something's wrong." Seeing that his divine power was almost depleted while his body remained completely solid, Lin Yuan couldn't help feeling puzzled. And what the Little Dragon God had said about tying him up here...
An ominous feeling suddenly crept into Lin Yuan's heart. He looked down, and sure enough, he was trussed up on the ground with red rope. And no matter how he looked at it, the way he had been tied felt awkward...
And perversely twisted in its own peculiar way?
Wait!
Three black lines dropped across Lin Yuan's forehead. He looked at the Little Dragon God sitting on a bluestone, propping up her snow-white, alluring chin as her long legs swung back and forth. Something felt wrong.
Something was wrong with the Little Dragon God...
Lin Yuan said in disbelief: