The old and the young, Liu was only familiar with one of them.
The old man was dressed in black robes, his honest face barely concealing the sinister gleam in his eyes. Who could he be if not Ronaldinho, the leader of the Hell Black Dragons?
Yet, what captured Liu's attention even more was the child.
The Elemental Power within the child far exceeded that of the fourth-rank Hell Black Dragon Ronaldinho, by a great margin.
The child was clothed in a bright red mage's robe, and judging by his height and age, he was at most about twelve or thirteen years old. He had a robust build like a large mushroom. The dense blood veins in his pupils could remind one of the clues from a murder case on a rainy night. Two stiff green chitinous wings parted from his back, resembling the vintage tails of a penguin butler, Mr. Jabbar, hidden in a box. His entire being radiated an indescribable sense of strangeness and eeriness.
