Ye Xuan suddenly understood.
This dragon of fallen corpses must have transformed into human form within his own country.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be saying things like "thank you to the third young lady" and such.
Especially with his subservient demeanor, he was exactly like those servants Ye Xuan saw in the harem in his previous life.
This was also expected.
This Corpse Dragon has lived for over seven hundred years, although trapped in the seal for six hundred years, but in those hundred years of freedom, it must have visited many countries.
"Although you too are a mighty dragon, considering you just thought of using my four young dragons as nourishment, I will not dignify you with a formal name."
"I will start by giving you a nickname."
"If you perform well in the future, I will give you a proper name."
Ye Xuan's gaze was indifferent.
He was indeed telling the truth.
If this grey dragon were a wyrm or a bipedal flying dragon, its fate would undoubtedly be very miserable.
