Baili An lowered his gaze, dipping his fingers into the jade gourd containing Moonlight Wine, transforming the wine into sacred Spiritual Radiance, and gently sprinkling it on the injured scales of the small dragon's back.
At this moment, the little White Dragon no longer possessed the majesty and aloofness it once had in the Abyss Realm. Upon reflection, it's no wonder it became so weak and frail from its injuries.
Imprisoned in that place of perpetual darkness, constantly suppressed by the Thirteen Soul Cones connected to the power of the Heavenly Mountain, and forced to yield a bowl of Dragon Blood every day, it's understandable that upon regaining freedom, it would remain weak for a while.
Merely...
Baili An's gaze fell, softly caressing the wounds on its back, using fingers moistened with the cooling wine. Between the beautiful silver-white Dragon Spine, thirteen gaping wounds stood out, and in one part of the back, there were two particularly deep red gouges.
