Time passed quietly.
When the juvenile dragon came to the ancient Catman tribe again, it no longer caused great panic, though other Catmen would still retreat reverently due to their innate fear of giant dragons.
The elderly Catman priest hurried over immediately. He embedded the dragon scale on his forehead in a certain way, using a dagger to slice open the skin of his forehead and insert the scale into the wound.
For some reason, the previously old and weak Catman priest now appeared slightly younger.
He seemed to regain a hint of vitality.
"Great master!"
The Catman priest proactively welcomed the spiraling, landing juvenile dragon. His vertical pupils glowed with a faint blue hue; other Catmen were unaware of the transformation occurring in him, but the elderly Catman priest understood well that he had gained a hint of Sub-dragon bloodline power.
This would somewhat extend his lifespan, which explained why he appeared much more energetic.
