Amidst the shrill cries of nearly ten-thousand young dragons, Ji Hao and the eight representatives from the dragon-kind and phoenix-kind sat back on the nine dragons chariot.
Ao Bai brought a bottle of light golden ointment, which had a refreshing aroma. He asked Feng Ling to send out a group of her people and help to apply the ointment on the bodies of the young dragons, who were injured by the essence sun fire earlier. Soon, the fire power lingering in their bodies faded, and their carbonized skins and muscles were healed. Weakly, the young dragons curled up on the watery cloud.
They were exhausted, but at least, they stopped crying.