But he was still 3.2% short, and Xiluo estimated that filling that 3.2% would take seventy or eighty Gold Coins, if not over a hundred...
He reined in his thoughts a little.
Looking at the Wyrmlings around him, who were still gazing at him expectantly, Xiluo said calmly:
"Let's just call it Flush Breath. It really isn't very powerful, so it can only serve as support."
"That name's pretty good."
"But I think Water Gun Breath sounds better."
"What you think doesn't count!"
The Wyrmlings discussed it among themselves.
Xiluo glanced in another direction.
That was the Little White Dragon Allen's lair.
Apparently hearing the commotion outside his lair, the little fellow crawled out. The moment he spotted Xiluo, he eagerly hurried over.
Because of the staff he had just received.
His body was too small to swallow the staff, so he held it in his crippled foreclaw and eagerly approached on his other three legs.
In another direction, the Red Dragon Whelp Gordon also emerged and ran over.
"Xiluo! You look so handsome now! Your scales are so shiny and beautiful! You must have gotten a lot stronger!"
The Little White Dragon came close to examine Xiluo, occasionally touching him with a claw as he offered praise.
"Hmph! I thought I was the only one who'd made gains. I didn't expect your bloodline concentration to reach a new level too! Good! Very good! Only then are you worthy of being my opponent!"
The Red Dragon Whelp narrowed his eyes and offered a word of praise.
Xiluo was examining the two dragons as well.
The Little White Dragon Allen had received fifty-five Gold Coins' worth of Frozen Crystals from Xiluo. His bloodline concentration must have passed 10%, and some changes had appeared.
All his scales had taken on a faint