Lu Yuan turned his head and looked at the dragon pretending to be energetic, and smiled, "I'm really sorry for disturbing you, should we move to another spot?"
"Roar!" the old dragon pursed its lips, then glanced again at the pot of seafood soup.
"You want to eat? No, no..."
The Mirage Cloud Dragon was already unable to eat normally, and today Lu Yuan had already sent it quite a bit of life essence. It needed to rest well to live a bit longer.
So, he dragged the conch to a spot a kilometer away and lit another fire.
"Huff!!" The old dragon growled again, howling in dissatisfaction.
Perhaps the continuous loss of life force made it feel unprecedentedly weak.
Even the proudest of lives are treated equally in the face of death. This dragon, perhaps... also needed some company. The two of them chatting from a distance made it even more upset!
"What exactly is bothering you? I will send someone to take care of you tomorrow! It's already so late today, let's just leave it at that."