C225 Exiting the Cave
The blue dragon flapped its wings, cawing loudly.
Nonchalantly, it placed its bony wings into Mo Fann's hands.
...
A stroke of luck like this? Mo Fann wasn't about to be polite. He seized the blue dragon's bone wings, and as a golden light sparked in his palm, both were pierced by the golden glow, their blood mingling together.
The ritual was swiftly completed
