Helping him complete the physical transformation actually meant infusing Dragon Blood.
With his waist bound by a dragon tail, Xia Feng was effortlessly placed upon the thighs of the woman on the Divine Throne.
He straddled the woman, holding her shoulders, as his chin was gently pinched up by her fair forefinger and thumb. His pale vertical pupils still contracted, emitting a dangerous light.
"Believer, I need a more detailed explanation. Why are there marks of other gods on your life vein?"
The pale dragon tail tensed and wriggled at his waist, its nimble tip encircling firmly. Xia Feng's heart felt as though it was seized and lifted by a small hand. He responded with resignation and respect, "Dragon God, as you know, the Eternal Day Goddess has been eyeing me covetously. In that situation, I had no choice but to accept this mark to escape from her grasp."
"However, Dragon God, you should be able to remove this mark, right?" Xia Feng's eyes were filled with hope.
