The Dragon Spirit came back at this time, carrying a few strips of blank Red Silk, skipping happily, and the previous worry of finding five Dragon Veins nailed down was long gone from his face.
He handed one to Yun Ran: "Here, I bought the most expensive one, full of spirit!"
These words would be reasonable if said by any tourists here for a night hike.
But somehow, coming from the mouth of the Dragon Spirit, it especially lacked convincing power.
"Do you even hear yourself? Plus, what wish does a naturally born Dragon Spirit even want to make!"
Dragon Spirit: ...
He just knew that Yun Ran always had a knack for dropping the mood to freezing point, truly lacking in conversational skill.
"Everyone else makes wishes, why can't I? Moreover, I want the best!"
Yun Ran felt he couldn't explain it to the Dragon Spirit, so he could only ignore the slightly excited and vaguely challenging look in his eyes.
Extending his hand, he accepted the Red Silk handed over by the Dragon Spirit.
