Gradually, steam rose and spread from the hot spring until Wayne couldn’t even see his own hands. Pushing his head down, Senna submerged him fully. While holding his breath, he opened his eyes underwater and saw an array of complicated magic circles on the bottom of the pool.0

Due to the angle, he couldn’t see the circles clearly. All he could see was the draconic text at his feet. He lowered his head and studied it for a while. Then he turned around…0

He couldn’t. Senna had stopped him from turning back with her tight grip on his head. Wayne cursed silently at the injustice of false assumptions. He wasn’t trying to look at Senna, but the draconic text!0

Speaking of which, did Senna know the draconic language? Could she teach him?0

Still holding Wayne’s head down, Senna closed her eyes and mumbled in unintelligible language, her forehead beading with sweat. The next second, she opened her eyes. Her now golden eyes and vertical pupils gave her an overbearing presence.0

As her discreet aura spread, the dragon blood in the altar boiled. The lifeless dragon blood was forcefully activated....0