"I refuse."
Zhou Sining met Pang Lai's gaze without expression.
He knew exactly what Pang Lai wanted to see.
The Black Dragon.
Baby Black Dragon, still asleep in his possession.
During the Ancient Capital Cataclysm, anyone could tell what the two enormous demonic shadows behind him were.
A tiger and a dragon.
The tiger was easy enough to explain. Everyone who knew him knew his Summoned Beast was a noble Flame Demon Tiger.
But how was he supposed to explain the dragon-shaped shadow?
A false dragon?
A Wyvern?
That was what most people would assume.
After all, dragons were so noble and rare that having even a false dragon as a Contract Beast was remarkable.
A step above that were Wyverns, creatures one could only hope to encounter.
Han Ji probably thought it was a rare Wyvern too. He had never asked Zhou Sining about it since he woke up.
Pang Lai was different.
As chief Court Mage of the Imperial Capital and one of the world's top three Summoning System mages, he had a keen eye.
He must have spotted something in the records of the Ancient Capital Cataclysm. Why else would he travel thousands of miles to Japan with Han Ji to find him?
It was not that Zhou Sining distrusted Pang Lai. The Black Dragon was simply a greater secret to him than Crimson Blade: Burning Heaven.
That battered blade, Burning Heaven, was rarely useful. He mostly treated it as a famous sword. Besides, it had already accepted him as its master; even if someone killed him, it might not acknowledge them.
Baby Dragon was different.
It was a genuine True Dragon, and a Black Dragon with the noblest bloodline among True Dragons!
No secret stayed buried forever.
Zhou Sining had no desire to invite countless assassination