Huff, huff...
The little dragon ran through the mountain forest on his short legs.
He did not dare assume his true form; it was far too conspicuous. He had finally escaped that sunless place, and he did not want to be captured and taken back again.
Though the other party had not tortured him, having to say flattering things to them every day truly put him in a difficult position. The other party was simply too ugly—every compliment went against his heart.
In fact, constantly saying things he did not mean was a form of torture for the little dragon as well.
The little demons behind him screamed as they gave chase. Gritting his teeth and filled with unease, the little dragon used every ounce of strength he had, pulling out every trick at his disposal, terrified of being caught again.
If he were caught and taken back, a savage beating would be unavoidable. He had already experienced that several times.
He did not know that, farther behind him, a blue figure and a crimson figure stood in the distance, silently watching everything unfold.
"Second Brother has really gone to great lengths for this little fool of a dragon."
The speaker wore blue and was none other than the former Witch Ancestor Xuanming—the "ugly freak" whom the little dragon was always forced to praise. However, Xuanming had already regained her true form.
Torch Dragon smiled. "It can't be helped. Ao Gan wants me to take this boy as my disciple. But you know how troublesome taking disciples is. If the disciple is a handful, it becomes even more troublesome. This boy once had an older brother. That fellow was quite good, but his heart was too wild. When Hao took control of the Heavenly Court, he got caught up in