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After distancing himself from the Monarch's gaze, Qi Xiaomian suppressed all his presence and planned to delve deeper into the opening to investigate.
Sang Qingxiao, however, did not follow the main group but intended to descend through another entrance first to uncover the truth.
Old Vine surprisingly followed him; it was rare for him to disregard danger and life itself like this.
Huo Qi casually half-covered him, teasingly asking, "Didn’t you receive a mission that allowed you to leave after completing it? Why are you back?"
The children were very worried. After dropping them off, they clung to me with anxious eyes. My heart softened, and I felt dizzy, almost fainting as I came along. The children even gave me many of their homemade spirit tools for protection; self-defense was not an issue. Old Vine cleared his throat awkwardly, saying, "We've been together for many years; I can't just abandon you. Today, I'll help a bit, and if the situation turns bad, we can retreat together. It’s a way to honor our friendship over the years."
Sang Qingxiao felt a slight warmth in her heart and instructed him, "If anything happens, I’ll leave the children in your care."
Old Vine blushed and replied, "I might not have time to take you all with me if things go south. If we truly can't win, it's better to withdraw early; keeping our lives means we can fight another day."
After the Great Ginger Royal Family left, they took almost all the guards with them, leaving only a few eunuchs and palace maids in the palace.
It was indeed the first time seeing such an open palace. The Great Ginger Royal Family seemed overly optimistic about the future, believing that once they succeeded against the Cursed Dragon, they would dominate the world. Since they thought the entire realm belonged to them, whether or not the palace was closed didn’t matter much.
However, the reality was that while their clan had ambitions regarding the Cursed Dragon, they were also quite loyal and should be considered significant contributors. Yet their loyalty was directed towards the Cursed Dragon; how could they use human logic to gauge this?
The Cursed Dragon had its horns chopped off, claws severed, reverse scales plucked, dragon tendons extracted—its body was riddled with holes like a deflated balloon. Although these holes were minuscule compared to its massive form, they still caused it to leak air.
This continent had very little spiritual energy to begin with; as the Cursed Dragon leaked air while struggling to escape, it consumed more energy than it could replenish. The Great Ginger Royal Family's Dragon Qi would eventually be devoured by it; it wouldn’t care about any past favors from them.
One could only say that the Great Ginger Royal Family’s calculations were in vain.
At this moment, several individuals found a way to sneak into the palace's underground. The Cursed Dragon was too focused on escaping and did not notice Sang Qingxiao lurking at its tail end.
Li Cu sighed, "This place is indeed a good spot for cultivation."
The aura leaking from the Cursed Dragon circulated through its body and became purer after passing through it; it even mixed with a hint of Dragon Qi that permeated the entire underground space. Being within it felt extremely pleasant; due to its density, there was even a sense of intoxication.
However, reality around them did not allow them to indulge in such feelings; while absorbing energy and cultivating, they remained vigilant of that dragon tail.
The tail was about as thick as six people embracing each other, but Old Vine remarked that this was still its shrunk state. In its full dragon form, it could nearly cover all of Ginger and would possess immense power.
However, revealing itself would also greatly increase its consumption; the Cursed Dragon should understand this balance of pros and cons.
At this moment, the dragon tail appeared soft and movable but only slightly so. Upon closer inspection, they discovered that its bones were broken inch by inch; despite this damage, it still inflicted irreparable harm on any mortals on the ground below.
Having recently brushed up on dragon lore again, Old Vine spoke up once more: "The moment the Cursed Dragon escaped, its self-healing ability would kick in; with broken bones like these, it could simply shake them off and reattach."
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