Translator: Aran

  Ye Qingyu did not move and conserved his energy as he waited.

  Little Nine jumped from his shoulder and retreated a few steps until it was right beside the corpse of the retired emperor of the Dragon Human Race. Its gaze roved around and it barked out, "Woof. Master, you must put up a good fight. I will guard this body on your behalf, don't you worry…"

  "If you dare to eat his body, I'll make sure that you go hungry for a year." Ye Qingyu replied without..