"My name is Zhou Leng."
"It matches quite well with my name. From today onwards, you'll be called Deadly Cold. Let's go." The Winter of Death flapped its wings and flew forward.
Zhou Leng said, "His Majesty of the Deadly Star sent me a dream revelation, asking me to join forces with the various races of the Dragon World to initiate the Dragon God's Gaze and spread His Majesty's glory. I also have tasks from His Majesty, so I must ask for your pardon, elder."
The Winter of Death paused mid-air, looking down at Zhou Leng, seemingly hesitating.
Soon, he said forcefully, "I suspect you're deceiving me! Why would His Majesty of the Deadly Star let you initiate the Dragon God's Gaze? But coincidentally, I'm also going to the Dragon God's Mural, let's go together. If you're lying, I'll eat you!"
Zhou Leng was originally considering escaping with the Armor of the Ice God, but upon hearing that he was also going to the Dragon God's Mural, wouldn't that make him an extra bodyguard?
