The little white dragon's heart skipped a beat.
What's going on? Why isn't West here?
Did West leave?
He pursed his lips and looked in the direction of the elder for help.
"What a loser! West won't leave at this time. He must be waiting for us in the front hall." The first elder comforted.
He walked towards the front hall with the little white dragon. As soon as they arrived at the door, they heard the conversation inside.
"In fact, I have something to ask you. I heard that you are not a member of the zombie royal family, but you do have the aura of the zombie royal family." The second elder asked seriously, setting aside.
"Of course, it's your personal business. You can answer or refuse." The second elder chuckled, took up the teacup in front of him, and respectfully handed it to West.
West nodded politely and took a sip of tea.
"It's indeed my private affair. I don't want to tell anyone. Everyone has a secret."
"But don't worry. I will keep Rocky safe." Said West.