The dragon, a mythical creature from ancient legends, may never have been seen, yet everyone knows its image.
People can sketch its strength solely based on imagination.
It seems to be a shared memory deep in the heart.
"You've seen a Female Qilin, what's the big deal about a dragon?"
Glass scoffed in his mind.
This reminded Han Yu of the Young Master Lin he encountered some time ago, didn't he have a mythical creature within him as well?
"The effect of Dragon Blood is so powerful, how strong must the dragon itself be?"
Han Yu mused to himself, how strong must a "person" be to fight it, even injure it.
"Instead of thinking about this, why not think about when Ping will wake up, it's been seven days."
Glass pouted in dissatisfaction, resting her chin on her hands.
"If it sleeps for a year or more, you better be ready to be chased by that old Pharmacist!"
Han Yu's expression turned dark; this guy occasionally reminded him of the looming deadline for being hunted.
