Sigvald Kantli's breath became slightly heavier, and his eight azure eyes narrowed, "Duke Shao Zifeng, that joke wasn't very funny. I've only just arrived here, my wounds haven't even healed—how could thousands of years have passed?"
Feeling the displeasure in its speech, Qiuqiu and Lingling became alert, quietly shifting their positions to shield Shao Zifeng behind them.
"Hahahaha." Seeing their reaction, Sigvald Kantli suddenly let out a hearty laugh, "There's no need to be tense, my friends. A proper joke can enhance the relationship between nobles. I assume Duke Shao Zifeng said that to prevent me from being overwhelmed by pain."
Looking at the dragon before him, self-proclaimed as noble, Shao Zifeng's heart softened a bit.
Thousands of years after the cut-off of Elemental Energy, on the brink of death, it must have felt unbearable sorrow, which is why it recorded its own story in mural form.