After a long while, Forgotten Cold River slowly regained its tranquility.
The snow dust and mist on the iceberg ceased to swirl, and occasionally electrical arcs jumped between the chains, causing its body to twitch each time.
Fortunately, the strange current seemed to only travel along the chains, which prevented Shao Zifeng and his companions from being affected.
Looking up, the immense dragon head drooped down, fixed in place by chains, stretching the mane and whiskers atop its head straight.
Its blue-white skin bore streaks of scorched marks, and the absence of horns on its head was even more conspicuous.
"Little Deer."
Shao Zifeng looked at the Hornless Dragon, shackled by chains, his heart aching a bit.
"Yo~"
Qiuqiu nodded, its eyes twinkling like stars, and the massive antlers atop its head faintly visible.
"Stop..." an old dragon's weak voice echoed in his mind, "unless you want this little one to die."
It barely opened one eye and split its fanged mouth wide.
