"Hell Black Dragon?"
"Yes. A pure-blood Black Dragon mutated by the hellish energy. The wound on my leg was left during an entanglement with that foul dragon."
Upon hearing Chientiao's words, Su Lun's gaze shifted to the outside of her right leg, where he noticed a patch of dragon breath burns for the first time.
A flash of insight in his eyes, the absolutely calm train of thought allowed Su Lun to analyze the rough capabilities of the Black Dragon from the negative energy within the wound.
It was ultimately inconvenient in the bath, so he spoke indifferently, "Chientiao, stand up, and I'll help you deal with the wound on your leg."
"Oh."
Chientiao glanced at him, then stood up.
The sound of water splashing, her well-proportioned figure completely exposed to the air without any cover.
Without the warm water of the bath to obscure, every detail was revealed, a sight full of undulating splendor.
