This habit of speaking...
"Black... Black Dragon?"
Ao Tian suddenly became emotional, gripping the shoulders of the young man before him with extreme force, as if holding onto a dream that could disperse at any moment.
Overwhelmed with joy and shedding old tears that coursed down his face, his voice trembled uncontrollably, "You really are Black Dragon, you've passed the Dragon Clan inheritance, you've truly broken through to Divinity Transformation!"
"I am not Black Dragon!"
The young man, with red-rimmed and tearful eyes, knelt on the ground, looking at the dried fish in his embrace. He was quite saddened and angry as he shoved Ao Tian away, "You've always been like this, never caring about my feelings, you only care about your so-called Dragon Clan inheritance!"
"Actually, you're just using the excuse of caring about the Dragon Clan inheritance to cover up your true nature of being afraid of death!"
