“Just as expected, a Draconian never bows to anyone. No more than a few thousand years have passed. Yet, the son of a dragon has grown so weak,” Baal remarked as he gave Jared a curious look.
“Are you saying that I'm a Draconian?” Jared asked in response to the comment.
He was excited over the opportunity to learn about his origins from Baal and possibly who his father was.
Instead, Baal shook his head. “You're not a Draconian yet. There's no way anyone of them is as weak as you are. That said, you've shown decent power with Sacred Light Fist. That's the old demon's most powerful technique. How did you manage to learn it?” Baal inquired.
“The old demon?” Jared didn't know any old demons.
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