Upon hearing this, Marlodis puffed up his beard and widened his eyes, retorting irritably: "That kid is busy, so you little girl come to bother my old bones?"
Though his words were like this, there was no sign of displeasure on his deliberately stern face.
He certainly knew that, given the current situation, death could come at any moment.
Suddenly it seemed, the pursuit of dominance and wealth he once held dear now seemed meaningless.
On the contrary, this lonely old dragon, after hundreds of thousands of years, had for the first time the sincere desire to properly teach a disciple.
As if doing so could leave some trace of his existence in this world.
Nathaniel West turned his crystalline eyes, as if well acquainted with the old man's nature, and coquettishly said: "Oh, Grandpa Marlodis, you are the best..."
