Wei Huan stood there, looking at the red head that had rolled onto the ground.
She took a closer look and confirmed that it indeed belonged to the Red Striped Death Dragon.
"How did you manage this?" Wei Huan finally asked after a long silence.
"This thing isn't really as scary as it seems… Lu Ying, you tell them," Zhu Minglang, not wanting to repeat himself, let Lu Ying by his side explain to them.
Lu Ying was somewhat surprised.
Was this not a great opportunity to establish his reputation? And the Junior Master had simply passed it on to him?
After all, most people would look at him with newfound respect once the truth was revealed.
"Here's how it happened: we had always neglected the ancient eagles' harassment, which, in fact, had been spreading fear of the Red Striped Death Dragon…" Lu Ying began recounting every detail since they had set foot on the Ghost Mark Star.
