The dragon's obsidian eyes lingered on Shan Yifeng, his expression uncharacteristically gentle.
"As for you…" he said, "your seal is a different story. Crimson Dragon blood flows faintly through your veins. You'll need to find one of their kind to fully awaken it. But for now—" he gave a slow, approving nod "—I can unseal part of it. Help you control it. Even guide its fusion with your own bloodline. That much, I can offer."
Shan Yifeng turned to the white fox instinctively, seeking confirmation.
White Fur met his gaze and gave a rare, sincere smile.
"He's speaking the truth, young man. Dragons have been called many things, arrogant, prideful, ancient, divine, but liar has never been one of them. You can trust him."
Shan Yifeng took a deep breath, then nodded. "Alright. Can you unseal it now?"
The dragon's smile deepened, a flash of mirth glinting in his dark eyes.
