This was the first time since becoming "Xing Lan" that Song Ciwan had encountered a target so emotionally ripe for the fleecing.
'Ao Feng was a truly rare, emotionally susceptible creature—perhaps because he was still so young.'
'It was true what they said: you had to fleece them while they were young. Which of those old masters with profound Cultivation wasn't cunning and calculating? A straightforward Celestial Pride Level expert like Ao Feng was a true rarity.'
In the end, Song Ciwan's words moved Ao Feng to tears.
As two teardrops finally welled up and began to fall from the corners of the great dragon's eyes, Song Ciwan stepped into the void and flew forward. She gently wiped the tears away, deftly collecting the two drops of pure dragon tears into her Heaven and Earth Scale.
The soldiers on the city wall saw only a woman in white under the moonlight, gazing at the great dragon as if she were a goddess.
