Chapter 450: Pavilion Discussions, Integrating Knowledge

"What do you mean I brought it back? This is my little companion. I call it Little Purple. Little Purple, come out and meet my father and my polite grandfather." Matsu Floris was left speechless by Sandros Floris's words and gently patted Little Purple, the small thunder dragon, signaling it to come forward. The little creature cautiously peeked out, holding a string of candied hawthorn. Its golden eyes were curious yet fearful as it gazed at Swain and Sandros. It let out a low dragon hum, in an...