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