In the depths of the chaos beyond the realm.
Ancestor Yang Mei, who had been roaming through the chaos, had never expected to encounter living beings from the Primordial World here, much less familiar faces.
One was an extremely old acquaintance, while the other was a junior he had met later.
"You... you're not dead?"
Seeing his old comrade-in-arms, Pangu burst into hearty laughter. "How could I possibly die!"
In the Primordial World, within a mountain range, Little Adorable Dragon was bound and taken into a cave beneath the bottom of a lake hidden in utter darkness. The rope binding him had been refined by someone unknown, and it clearly possessed a powerful suppressive effect on the Dragon Clan.
After entering Myriad Races City, he had been lured away by a few skewers of candied hawthorn, with the promise that they would take him to First Academy.
From then on, Little Adorable Dragon fell into the endless schemes of land-dwelling creatures.
At first, they relied on deception. When that stopped working over time, they had no choice but to use brute force. After being beaten a few times, Little Adorable Dragon became obedient.
His experiences over the past few months had subjected him to one harsh lesson after another, making him understand the cruelty of this world.
They made him understand that if he was not strong, everything was an illusion.
They also made him understand that his status as the Eastern Sea Dragon King's crown prince was utterly useless in the Primordial Land. The more people knew his identity, the less they dared to let him go.
He did not know how many times he had been passed from one spirit beast trafficker to another. He only knew that he had changed owners yet again and had been