C1481 Dragon Brush?

Time passed minute by minute, second by second, the Silver Dragon was suffering greatly.

Gu Xuan did not move, as though he was deep in thought.

The sizzling sounds coming from his body became even more cheerful.

A quarter of an hour passed in a calm manner.

The corner of the Silver Dragon's mouth started to twitch, because Gu Xuan still acted like nothing had happened