A crafty smile appeared on Huang Xiaolong’s face, and he laughed, “Of course I did!”

He found it!

The old dragon roared with laughter and his eyes lit up. “Nice! Little brat, you didn’t let me down!”

He knew the importance of the Pangu Axe when Huang Xiaolong had to face Huang Sheng in the future.

“Little brat, you got lucky!”

He had always been envious of Huang Xiaolong’s luck.

Chuckling in amusement, a tiny little axe appeared in Huang Xiaolong’s hands. The surface of the axe looked a little silvery, but it most definitely was not made of silver. He passed the axe to the old dragon.

Caressing the axe in his hands, the old dragon...