Ye Chen did not wish to kill this Gray Dragon. If it could be tamed, that would naturally be the preferred option.
After all, this was a mutant species born with True Dragon Blood, native to the Ancient Desolate Forest. It knew the territories of the Great Demons and many dangerous locations, which could help in avoiding perilous areas. This made it far more convenient than an outsider like him; traversing the forest would be much less troublesome.
The Gray Dragon roared. Although not of the Pure-blood Dragon Clan, it possessed the dignity inherent to its lineage and was unwilling to submit to any Holy Spirit. It bellowed and began to struggle, causing the Ten Directions Mountain Range to tremble.
Yet Ye Chen stood atop the Dragon Head, immovable and as steady as a mountain.
