"You were only one step away from a true dragon's body. Why sigh?"
The Sunlit Heavenly King studied Old Ninth carefully.
Old Ninth straightened up hopefully, expecting the Heavenly King to help him evolve as he had Little White Tiger.
But the Heavenly King merely glanced at him before looking away.
"What's that supposed to mean? You'll help him but not me? I offered you a cigarette, you know."
Seeing that the Heavenly King had no intention of helping, Old Ninth immediately lost his temper.
The Sunlit Heavenly King narrowed his eyes at him, making him quake inside.
"You can't just let me come all this way for nothing."
Old Ninth sounded thoroughly aggrieved.
"You carry the scent of heavenly tribulation, but someone blocked it for you. Heh, that person probably felt the same as I do and didn't want you attaining a true dragon body too soon."
"Why?"
Old Ninth felt wronged.
He was bitter inside.
Little White Tiger had a pseudo-divine body, while he clearly had a chance to become the world's first true dragon, yet the Heavenly King refused to help.
Neither White Garment nor Sunlit would help Old Ninth.
"Heh, because of your temperament." Sunlit saw right through Old Ninth.
"You're eccentric and bloodthirsty. You lack your friend's pure heart. If you acquire power you can't control too early, you'll lose yourself. It would do you nothing but harm."
Old Ninth was cold-hearted.
Aside from his brothers, he never took anyone's life seriously.
He had no sense of reverence. He would dare draw his blade even against someone at nine awakenings.
He did not even have much attachment to his country.
He was purely self-serving, caring only about those close to him. Whether anyone else lived or died never concerned him.
"More importantly, there's someone hidden