"Don't disturb me unless it's necessary." Xiao Wuzi's voice was calm but carried an underlying edge of frustration as he stepped into the cave.
His patience was wearing thin. Despite the Xiao family's influence under his rule, they still hadn't found a single trace of the Lunar Bell Herb—the one thing he truly needed.
As the dim cave walls enclosed around him, he clenched his fists. Then, without hesitation, he drove a punch into the cold, unyielding stone. A dull thud echoed, leaving yet another mark among the many that littered the cave walls.
His chest rose and fell with suppressed rage.
Sigh… I never expected this body to be so weak. Am I—once one of the Thirteen Sovereign Dragons—really going to fall before I even reach the peak again?
The thought made his blood boil. He struck the wall again, harder this time.
Damn it. How dare you deteriorate to this extent before this esteemed dragon take over.
