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Feng Liting looked calm, as if the death of Patriarch Toland was just a passing cloud. "There's nothing to be sorry about. My ideas about alchemy are indeed very different from yours. It's normal for you to be dissatisfied with me."

Iloven shook his head: "Agatha occasionally euthanized patients when she was saving lives. From this perspective, your actions are similar to hers."

Feng Liting's behavior in the previous incident did make him re-understand the other party, but he still was not very happy with him, just a little more pleasing to the eye than before.

Feng Liting paused, turned his head and looked at Yi Luowen for a moment, his eyes revealed a sigh: "It really takes time to hone."

? ?

Ilowen's face was blank for a second, and then he was furious: "Feng Liting, what do you mean? Do you think I'm one of those naive little brats? Don't take advantage of your age..." He paused. How old is this guy really? This guy was already here when he was in the academy, right?

Feng Liting led the way forward with his hands behind his back, looking calm and detached from the world.

In his eyes, Iloven was no different from those students, equally... let's call it pure.

When he has fulfilled his role as a prisoner and Damocles has changed, what will Ilovin think?

He curled up the corners of his lips, smiled slightly and shook his head.

Yi Luowen looked at Feng Liting's back, and the anger on his face subsided slightly, as if he had never paid attention to what role Feng Liting played in the academy in the past.

He pondered for a moment, and when he saw Feng Liting walking away, he suddenly sneered, "A person with a poor sense of direction dares to lead the way, haha."

Look at how this guy leads the way.

As expected, although Mount Cen was right in front of them, they wandered around in the woods and swamps for a long time and were caught by the dragon patrol guards.

The two red-scaled dragons originally thought that they were intruders, so they immediately descended to capture the enemy aggressively, but unexpectedly they turned out to be Damocles' guests.

The dragon's body is more than ten feet long, with hard scales all over its body. Even when it crouches down with its wings folded, its body does not seem to be any smaller.

Their lanterns looked at the teachers and students with confusion and bewilderment, and then asked a very serious question: "Why don't you take the main road? The road there has clearly been prepared to receive the alchemists."

"..." Feng Liting was silent for a long time, glanced at Yi Luowen and Li Qing who were looking at the sky and the earth on the other side, and sighed softly.

"I haven't been out for a long time, and I don't know the way to the Dragon Clan anymore."

The other red dragon seemed to understand something, and after a moment, it lowered its huge body and said in a loud voice, "So that's how it is. Professors, I'll take you and your students with me. It's not good to let you wander around in the wilderness. It will be troublesome if you encounter any restrictions of my tribe later."

"Okay then. Thank you very much."

Riding a dragon, what a VIP treatment this is!

When Xi Sui'an felt the whistling wind from the dragon hitting her face, she almost couldn't help but want to touch its scales, but this was not polite to the dragon clan, so she suppressed the urge in her heart.

She activated her essence to block the strong wind, rubbed her face which was almost blown stiff, and thought to herself that riding a dragon was not that easy.

The Red Dragon Patrol Sky Guard landed at the entrance of Mount Cen and said respectfully, "We will take you here."

"I'm sorry to have delayed your patrol." Feng Liting smiled gently.

The Red Dragon was a little nervous: "No, no, it is my honor to serve the two professors. I won't disturb you anymore. Goodbye." An eighth-level alchemist is a top guest.

"Goodbye."

Watching the red dragon flying away, Xi Sui'an looked up at the entrance to the mountain path with layers of steps. There were three or two aliens going up together. It seemed that they arrived quite early.

"Let's go up. I don't know who will receive us this time." Iloven stretched and walked towards the entrance.

Xi Sui'an followed behind Yi Luowen and walked up the stairs of the mountain path. On the stone walls along the way, there were sometimes claw marks of dragons, and sometimes traces of knife and axe cuts. These marks had gone through the vicissitudes of time, but still could not conceal the fierce aura in them.

Li Qing rested her head on her hands and observed for a while, then pointed at one of the thin but deep claw marks, turned her head and looked at Xi Sui'an and said with a smile: "Look at this, the claw mark is thin and deep, the aura is clear and natural, like light and moon, and it is about to dissipate but has not dissipated yet. If nothing unexpected happens, this is the claw mark of the Silver Moon Dragon ten thousand years ago."

"You can see this too?" Xi Sui'an raised his eyebrows.

"Of course, I majored in history. Come on, Xiao Suisui, let me test you. What kind of dragon's claw mark is this?" Li Qing pointed at another long claw mark with interest.

Xi Sui'an looked up and saw the dark claw marks, about half a meter deep and two meters long, with an ancient and violent aura, flowing with a decayed and ominous aura. He seemed to have casually left only a trace of his claws on the stone wall, giving the visitor a silent shock.

Xi Sui'an thought about the dragons whose names were recorded in the history of the dragon race, and guessed for a while. They were corrupt, ominous, and ancient...

"Could it be the greedy dragon Fafnir?" Xi Sui'an racked his brains to guess for a while, and finally asked Li Qing in surprise.

It was Iloven who answered her.

Iloven patted her head, looking very satisfied: "Not bad, not bad. It seems you have studied hard."

Xi Sui'an covered his head and looked at him expressionlessly. Why did he like to pat his head?

"These are indeed the claw marks of Fafnir. But, setting the entrance on this mountain path, tsk, who are they showing off this outdated thing to." Iloven rolled his eyes at the claw marks on the stone wall. It's not Fafnir himself, how can it scare anyone? !

He waved his hands casually: "Let's go, let's go, there's nothing to see, it's boring!"

Li Qing followed the team but fell behind quietly. He looked back at the claw marks on the stone wall, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

Halfway up the stone steps, there came a sudden and melodious sound of a piano, the sound was ethereal and light.

Ilowen was surprised and said: "Wow, when did the dragon clan become so artistic and entertain guests with music?!" It doesn't seem like their style?

Xi Suian listened attentively and felt a sense of familiarity. Had she heard this piano music somewhere before?

Just as she was stroking her chin and lost in thought, the musician began to sing the lyrics softly.

"Those who have money will support a money show."

"I don't have money to support someone."

"People~~~"

Xi Sui'an's mouth twitched. He sang the phrase for attracting customers in such a tonal way that it sounded so melodious and graceful, with a strange hint of resentment.

After a few seconds, an angry female voice echoed through the mountain path, carrying with it a violent murderous intent.

"Daniel, do you want to die?"

"What on earth are you doing here?! Get away from here begging!"

The lyrics suddenly changed their tune.

"The wandering poet is waiting for a story, and I am waiting for a snowfall on the mountain~ I wait and wait~~wait~"

It has the kind of sound that lingers in the ears for three days.

"Daniel! If I don't kill you today, I won't be called Regina!!"

Xi Sui'an's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly recalled the source of the song, unable to hide his surprise.

"Daniel, the graveyard singer?"

Why is he here?