The cold wind brushed by.
Xi Mu stood on the edge of the inn's rooftop, gazing down at the closely-packed high rises and pedestrians, letting out a long sigh that mingled with the air, bursting into sparks.
"Rather than calling you human, it would be more apt to say you're a Red Dragon cloaked in human skin," came a man's lamenting voice. Xi Mu looked towards the source of the voice and saw the Red Dragon King approaching leisurely, draped in a white fur coat.
He stood beside Ahtal, exhaling gently, his breath colliding with the cold wind to spark into fierce flames.
"However, you lack the corresponding... magic of the Red Dragon."
"All I care about is the power and physical prowess that the dragon provides," Xi Mu said casually, seemingly not truly concerned about using the power of the dragon.
Yet this was a lie. Having already seized the dragon's bloodline, naturally, he would want to find a way to fully wield the power of the dragon.