Xiao Wen's expression instantly turned strange as he looked at the three cards displayed atop the counter.
The cards on the counter were arranged from bottom to top, with the ones higher up becoming increasingly rare and expensive.
On the very top layer sat three white cards, with three labels posted beneath them.
Seemingly having heard Xiao Wen's astonished cry, an elderly figure slowly emerged from the room. He was an old man with spiky gray-white hair and a face full of wrinkles, though a trace of undiminished sharpness remained in his eyes.
"Young man, are you here to purchase cards?" the old man asked softly. His tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and a hint of kindness flashed across his face as he looked at Xiao Wen.
"Sir, why are the Nameless Dragon cards up there white cards? And all the other Monster Cards have descriptions and price tags. Why do these three only have one label?"
Xiao Wen pointed at the three cards on the very top of the counter and asked quietly.
At that instant, when his gaze fell upon the three blank cards, he vaguely heard the sound of a dragon's roar.
It was a far grander sound—more ancient, more powerful, and more majestic than the cry of the Blue-Eyes White Dragon.
When he lowered his gaze to the three Nameless Dragon cards, he clearly felt a tremor rise from deep within his heart. His entire soul quivered and shuddered.
His heartbeat grew faster and faster, as though something was about to leap out of his throat.
After a long while, Xiao Wen suppressed the stirring in his heart. He panted heavily and looked toward the old man, who had fallen into thought.
"These are the cards of the Nameless Dragons. They are the three divine dragons