Jiang Man walked into the courtyard.
Fang Yong was in no hurry to leave and glanced inside.
He spotted an extremely strange egg.
An aura swirled around the egg, coalescing into a phantom.
"A dragon?"
The instant he saw the phantom, Fang Yong sucked in a breath of cold air.
Was this a dragon egg?
Where had Jiang Man gotten it?
One trip away, and he had ascended to immortality in a single bound, brought his cultivation method to great accomplishment, and mastered spell arts that reached the heavens. On top of all that, he had obtained a treasure like this?
Did he really possess heaven-defying fortune?
Crack.
Cracks spread across the dragon egg. Whatever was inside could break out at any moment.
"It's a True Dragon." Standing before the dragon egg, Jiang Man looked at Fang Yong beside him. "Want it, Young Master Fang? I'll rent it to you."
Fang Yong looked at Jiang Man and shook his head. "No."
He knew his own limits.
Jiang Man carried a deadly poison, one he could not afford to touch.
Even without the poison, a True Dragon was not something a mere Golden Core cultivator like him could possess.
He still had some way to go before reaching the Primordial Spirit realm.
His immediate priorities were to cultivate diligently, complete missions, and participate in the Inner Sect Grand Competition.
Only then could he advance quickly and enter the core ranks.
Without entering the core ranks, the road ahead would start narrowing for someone without backing like him.
Jiang Man felt a little regretful. Otherwise, he could have made another hefty profit.
A True Dragon pet sounded like standard equipment for someone chosen by heaven.
Of course, knowing what a True Dragon was, he did not feel that way.
All he could