"Forget it, I'll handle this."
Wang Ba's eyes revealed a rare trace of tenderness. With a sudden shift, his form expanded violently, towering at a staggering thousand zhang high. His hand stroked Fu's dragon head, gently rubbing the back of its neck. Fu immediately raised its head in delight, pressing itself against Wang Ba's palm, softly nuzzling.
Seeing Fu's indulgent expression, Wang Ba spoke with a tone full of warmth:
"All these years, you must have suffered greatly."
To reach its current state in such a short time, it was clear Fu had endured countless hardships.
Upon hearing Wang Ba's words, Fu seemed to recall the torment it had faced in the Outer Realm. Its enormous teardrop-filled eyes welled up, and streams of tears began cascading down. Soon, it even extended its neck, resting it on Wang Ba's shoulder, wailing pitifully.
The Hole-digging Otter, having escaped unharmed moments ago, seized the opportunity to dart along Fu's frame, leaping onto Wang Ba's shoulder.
