From this perspective, perhaps safeguarding the world for harmonious weather might cause the loss of eight hundred years of lifespan to entirely return, even possibly slightly exceed.
The Ancient Red Dragon opened its mouth, Primordial Qi swirling, lifting a piece of white jade to Li Guanyi's front. Li Guanyi, curious, reached out to catch the object, noticing faint gold marks forming a map-like design.
The Ancient Red Dragon spoke in a deep voice:
"The world is vast, the Central Plains have Red Dragons like myself, have Qilin. The Western Regions, though sparsely populated, are not much smaller than Chen Country. There are Thirty-six Tribes, many wondrous landscapes, could there be nothing akin to myself born there?"
"Eight hundred years ago, I once fought with a beast in the Western Regions, only unsure if it's still there now. This object I give to you marks the place where I once battled it. If you dare, seek it out."
