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Long Jing'an gave a cold snort, the corner of his mouth pulling into a faint, almost imperceptible curve of mockery. "Huddling together for warmth?"
"Old Second Yu, aren't you afraid of lighting that pile of 'malignant mutation' kindling and making the fire burn hotter and hotter?"
"Don't forget, your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan producing a 'Crimson Fire Dragon' like you was already as rare as smoke rising from the ancestral grave."
"If this alliance goes on and the torrent of mutations comes sweeping in, how many 'Yu Yongyuans' and 'Long Jing'ans' will the next generation of our two families have to hold the line?"
"How much worse can it get?!" Yu Yongyuan refused to yield an inch, every word carrying tremendous weight. "Things have already come to this. Are we supposed to wait until one day, when the mutations can no longer be controlled and the bloodline's Core Flame is cut off, before we regret it too late?"
"Rather than each of us struggling on the edge of the abyss alone, we might as well tie our ropes together and depend on each other!"
Long Jing'an irritably rubbed his face with one large hand, his brows knotting tight. "Even if we join together, the next generation being Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragons or Dragon Patterns can still be distinguished for now. But what if, during Dragon Soul Awakening, an Ice Abyss Demonic Flood Dragon or a Shadow Nether Dragon pops out for no damn reason?!"
"Would that count as yours or mine? If the belonging isn't clear, sooner or later it'll become a source of trouble!"
This was the thorn lodged in his heart, the one that dug the deepest.
Yu Yongyuan had clearly pondered this for a long