"Little thing, are you dying? Don't worry, I'll save you!"
Through his haze, Zhou Yunshen felt someone gather him into her arms. That soft, gentle touch reminded him of a hundred years ago, when his family was still alive...
"You're awake!"
"I made some grass porridge to help you recover. Try it and see if you like it!"
Zhou Yunshen opened his eyes and saw a face that was not particularly beautiful, but very gentle.
She gazed straight at him and reached out to touch his broken horn.
Zhou Yunshen abruptly backed away, every scale on his body bristling as he stared at her warily.
"Sorry, did I scare you?"
"My name is Jiang Shuyue, and I'm from the Immortal Cloud Sect. I may not look it, but I'm an elder of one of its branches!"
"You're a flood dragon, right? Did you fail to transform into a true dragon? Don't worry, I'll make sure you're well fed!"
Jiang Shuyue blew on the porridge and brought it to his mouth.
There was no meat in it, and it did not even smell good.
Yet, as though bewitched, he opened his mouth and ate it anyway.
Jiang Shuyue's eyes shone with delight. "You're so cute! What's your name?"
"Yun Shen, Zhou..."
"Your name is Yun Shen! You really do have a connection with our sect. Do you still have any family? If you don't, why not live with me? I'll take care of you!"
Zhou Yunshen did not refuse. His injuries were severe, and he needed somewhere to recuperate, so he stayed.
But before long, he regretted it.
What happened to the sect she promised? Why were there only two rooms and a main hall?
Aside from three Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators still living here, there was only a bird and