Inside the Nine Emperor Space.
Lin Yuan held his breath, watching the nine vine leaves, hoping to see the sprout that represented great expectations.
One breath, two breaths.
Inside the Nine Emperor Space, there was silence.
After waiting for a full thirty breaths, the vine leaves remained motionless.
Lin Yuan's expression slightly darkened.
"Was my earlier conjecture all false?"
The lack of response from the nine chapters left him very disappointed.
"Perhaps the level of a dragon like this is just too high, far beyond the level of the Canglan Realm."
Lin Yuan squinted his eyes, continuously contemplating.
The Candle Dragon opens its eyes for day, closes its eyes for night. With each breath, it can determine the changes of the four seasons: spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Almost the top combat power at the same level as the Yinglong.
This level is too far from my current self.
