The Vital Dragon was well aware of its predicament. It couldn't change anything; it could only hope that what the others claimed was true—that taming it was merely for relocating it to a better place.
Rather than leaving the Secret Realm, boiling a massive cauldron, and throwing it in to be cooked.
"Where are you all from?" the Vital Dragon asked.
By now, it still didn't know the backgrounds of its counterparts. This was a dangerous signal. Asking for clarity might afford it a bit of relief—even if they were lying, at least it could feel somewhat at ease for the moment, couldn't it?
Lin Fan replied, "Northern Desolation Domain."
Qin Yang said, "Northern Desolation Domain."
Xiang Fei said, "I'm a local here."
The Vital Dragon, having shrunk down to a smaller size, appeared calm yet constantly observed the three, hoping they were as trustworthy as they claimed—friendly without ulterior motives.
What they said earlier had better be true.
