I wonder if I can borrow this old dragon's power...
As he pondered, Qi Xiu's gaze turned to the side where the old dragon lay coiled.
The crisis in the Dragon Prison was a dark undercurrent. The Sin Dragon Remnants were ferocious.
If I could borrow this old dragon's power, everything would surely be much easier.
Besides, it had said he was practically half a kinsman. Asking for its help shouldn't be too much to ask, right?
Perceiving Qi Xiu's scrutinizing and contemplative look, the old dragon lifted its eyelids and shook its dragon horns twice,
"Don't look at me. I am already dead; this is merely a fragment of thought left in the Riding Dragon Grand Array. Aside from taking you back and forth between two places, I have no other abilities. If you want to take the Dragon-Slaying Banner, you'll have to rely on yourself."
