Neither Lu Changqing nor the Divine Court guards who arrived afterward had expected that a Saint Dragon, who should have stood lofty above them, would act so humbly before the Human Race, bowing and scraping.
Some even suspected that what they saw was unreal, a hallucination, and secretly pinched themselves.
The pain made them suck in sharp breaths.
They had pinched themselves convinced it was all fake, never thinking to hold back, and had done it viciously.
Still, thanks to that, they finally believed that what they saw was absolutely real!
They were not the only ones caught off guard. The Azure-Scaled Saint Dragon, a fellow Saint Dragon and the Black Dragon's younger sister, had never imagined that her brother, proud and domineering to his very bones, had such a side to him.
He had become the very thing he despised most.
"Brother?"
Hearing the Azure-Scaled Saint Dragon's voice beside him, the Black Dragon turned and only then realized that countless eyes, including hers, were fixed on him.
At first, he still wanted to preserve some dignity as her older brother and as a Saint Dragon.
But on second thought, if he was about to lose his life, what use was dignity?
Was it so difficult to tell which mattered more, dignity or his life?
At least for the Black Dragon, it was not difficult. It was exceedingly simple.
He chose his life.
He felt that if he just tried a little harder, Chen Mu would surely grant his request. There was no reason to let all his efforts go to waste at this crucial moment over something like dignity.
"Please, I'm begging you. Will you agree? I really don't want to die."
Faced with the Black Dragon's repeated, endless chatter, pouring out like that of a compulsive talker,
Chen