At Ji Chen's slightly smug question, the Dragonkin's pupils contracted violently.
It slowly turned its head, that familiar yet unfamiliar face reflected in its golden slit pupils.
The stunning spectacle on the battlefield had drawn all its attention just now, making it completely forget the old friend who had suddenly appeared beside it.
Memories of him surged back like a tide.
Their first meeting had been in a prison built by the White Demons, where every living being imprisoned inside was forced to cultivate a special method, becoming a vessel from which the White Demons extracted power.
Back then, Ji Chen had huddled in the darkest corner of the prison.
His body had been emaciated almost beyond recognition, the outlines of his bones clearly visible beneath his deathly pale skin. Restriction chains planted by the White Demons wound around his wrists, and his dull eyes stared blankly outside the prison, like those of a living puppet.
The other newly arrived prisoners had at least struggled, expressing their anger through roars and other means.
But Ji Chen had been as quiet as a dead man, seemingly having given up and accepted his fate as an energy vessel.
At the time, it had been imprisoned right beside Ji Chen.
But waiting helplessly for death had never been in its nature.
Even as a prisoner, it had never imagined it would remain trapped in that cage forever.
It considered this merely a challenge before its journey to Monster World, treating the cage as a new battlefield and beginning to devise a way out.
Breaking through the White Demons' many layers of Sealing with individual strength alone was clearly difficult.
So it had thought of uniting the other prisoners in the prison.
Ji Chen, imprisoned alongside it, had become its first choice.
But Ji