A sudden realization struck. The pink candle dragon looked at Di Hao with its curious, big round eyes. "Hey, you are still alive!?"
Di Hao did not quite get the hint.
With clenched fists, he asked sternly, "Should I be dead?"
The pink candle dragon gave him an honest nod. "To be frank with you, I tried to save many lives before, but all of them ended up suffocating to death underground."
Surprised, Di Hao felt lucky that he knew about Ground Drilling too. Otherwise, his life would be dependent on the irresponsible candle dragon.
He found a place to sit and got comfortable. "Come. Tell me more about your life in the desert, be as detailed as possible."
The pink candle dragon had no restrictions on privacy. It told Di Hao everything that he wanted to know.
