Lu Chengfeng's attitude was already quite reassuring.
"Well, he dares not approach the Hidden Dragon Pearl. If you wish to meditate and cultivate, just approach the Hidden Dragon Pearl and sit down; you'll be unharmed."
"Thank you for your guidance, Elder." Lu Chengfeng expressed his gratitude and then proceeded towards the Hidden Dragon Pearl.
Qi Yuan, who had just been knocked to the ground by the Dragon-Binding Rope, suddenly flipped upright, his face covered in blood, revealing fangs from his mouth. Sharp claws protruded from the flesh of his hands and feet, gleaming ominously, and looking terrifyingly vicious.
As Lu Chengfeng moved closer, even his forehead began to grow two dragon horns, and crimson dragon scales emerged on his face and skin.
