Chen Feng stared down at Xiao Hu's now-frigid corpse, the grief settling in his heart like grains of salt—each one sharp and stinging. He drew a long breath. "Fine."

The words were clipped.

Although the Flame Dragon had offered him immense aid, he was utterly unfamiliar with the Dragon Clan; their fate held little sway over him.

This wasn't mere callousness. If one were to apply a scientific lens, it was a profound lack of belonging in this world. Simply put, Chen Feng had grown up on Earth; he felt rooted there. Arriving in this other realm, he subconsciously felt it was someone else's territory, lacking the inherent sense of being the protagonist. It was a subconscious issue, much like overseas Chinese, no matter how long they reside abroad, retaining a fundamental sense of being Chinese.

Lacking this sense of belonging naturally meant he didn't concern himself overly with the lives and deaths of the beings here. To draw another parallel: when many compatriots died in the Sichuan earthquake, every Chinese person felt a pang of shared sorrow, but even if exponentially more people perished in the Indian Ocean tsunami, it felt distant and unreal to them.

This was the problem of inherent connection. Chen Feng had not yet internalized the awareness of being a member of this other world; he remained an outsider, a transmigrator, and thus, the life and death of Luobo and the others barely registered.

Xiao Hu, however, was different. That relationship had long transcended the mere bond between a magical beast and its master; it was the bond of brotherhood.

"Lord Dragon God!" Luobo appeared abnormally ecstatic.

Chen Feng disliked the title intensely. Although his bloodline had evolved into that of the Flame Dragon, it bore absolutely no connection to a true Dragon God; he was still himself. Yet, seeing Luobo's excitement, and noting the Dragon’s imminent death, he chose not to deny it.

Seeing the impassive look on Chen Feng's face, Luobo naturally took the silence as assent and grew even more animated. "Lord Dragon God, I have already used a secret technique to transmit the news of your rediscovery! In a short time, the Dragon Clan will surely dispatch vast forces to welcome the Dragon God’s return!"

Welcome his return? Chen Feng recoiled in shock. Setting aside the fact that he was a fraudulent imitation, his meager cultivation level alone would make him a laughingstock among the immensely powerful Dragon Clan. Going to the Dragon Clan was simply out of the question.

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