For the next three days, Gu Ming and Cyan Treasure were preoccupied with the matter of the Bronze Tripod.
His grandfather called back and said, "I have an old friend who owns a Bronze Tripod engraved with an Ancient Dragon, but not a Snake Pattern Tripod."
The old man glanced at the Little Cyan Snake. The Dragon Race and snakes were not the same species; the difference between them was vast.
A Flood Dragon might be somewhat related, but unfortunately, his friend didn't have any Bronze Tripods of the Flood Dragon Species.
"A Dragon Race pattern? That's even better. We'll take that one," Gu Ming said.
Cyan Treasure turned its head to look, feeling both expectant and worried it wouldn't be able to use it.
After all, it was just a Little Cyan Snake. Its racial potential was far inferior to the Dragon Race's—the gap between them was practically heaven and earth.
"It's just for reference. Relax and believe in yourself," Gu Ming comforted, trying to lift Cyan Treasure's spirits.
