Chen Ye opened his palm, and the fingernail-sized white scale lay quietly in his hand.
As soon as it appeared, Qing Jun's big eyes, which were originally darting around, suddenly froze.
"Thump, thump, thump..."
It was as if an invisible large hand had gripped her heart, causing it to pound violently. Blood surged through her veins, creating a roaring sound that only she could hear.
A desire from deep within her soul made her almost unable to control herself from leaping forward and swallowing the scale whole!
"Smells so good..."
The little girl subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Her usually mischievous eyes were now fixed straight, staring intently at the scale.
"Master, what is this delicious thing? Is it for me to eat?"
Chen Ye: "..."
He looked at his disciple's greedy expression and couldn't help but hold his forehead.
This is a True Dragon Scale! It's a supreme treasure capable of withstanding a Golden Core's blow!
And all you see is food?
