Capítulo 1181: A Dying Man Is Only As Good As His Word (3)

"I don't believe that. I think he will find a way to break the Black Dragon's mark and make the Black Dragons fear him when the time comes," said Jiang Hao and closed his fan.

"What good would that do?" The Holy Master chuckled.

"Then, dear brother, care for a wager?" Jiang Hao looked at Zuo Daoming. "Let's bet on his future."

"How do we do that?" The bored Holy Master perked up a little.

"You and I will give him some help and let him grow on his own. Let's see if he can break the mark of the Black Dragon and shine brightly," Jiang Hao said.

"Help? What kind of help?" asked the Holy Master.

"I'll help him suppress the mark of the Black Dragon for a while." Jiang Hao stretched out his hand and three mini mountains appeared on it. Then, they entered the point in the middle of Zuo Daoming's brows.

The power merged into his body and suppressed the mark of the Black Dragon.

After that, Jiang Hao looked at the Holy Master.