Night fell. When Qin Shuyi had fallen into a deep sleep, Chen Yu sat cross-legged on the bed, practicing the Nine-Turn Dragon God Art to continue recovering from his injuries.
That seemingly illusory, miniature golden divine dragon hovered above Chen Yu's head, churning like a rolling cloud and bringing down rain.
Compared to before, however, this illusory, miniature golden divine dragon seemed even more solid, and the invisible coercion it carried was even more formidable.
Chapter 597