Su Ping looked at the strange creature with a dark red dragon-headed beside him, smiling mysteriously, and for a moment he was at a loss for words.
However, just then, a familiar and helpless voice sounded:
"Zhu Hong, you go ahead and get busy, Su Ping, come over here to me."
As the words fell, Su Ping felt the heavens and earth shift. Everything before his eyes rapidly receded, and his figure involuntarily flew backward. When he came to his senses, he was already atop a pavilion in the sky.
Everything he had just experienced felt like a dream.
However, as he turned his head, the red dragon-headed strange being, unsure whether man or dragon, was still smiling by his side.
Su Ping's eyelid twitched slightly, and he finally looked at the figure appearing in his view, hurriedly saying:
"Greetings to the Saint Dragon, and this other elder!"
Legend of the Holy Dragon was a man who appeared plain and unremarkable.
