Dragon Tomb! Bone Spirit Cold Fire?!

"It had been fine at first. The Sword Emperor had been crippled for decades, and the Dragon Clan had nearly forgotten him. Then one day, word came that he had entered sainthood overnight. By the time they met again, he was already a Dou Di."

"After challenging the Dragon Emperor, when the battle ended, he sliced off a corner of the Ancient Dragon Continent with a single strike. The sword scar became Dragon Abyss, and the Sword Intent became the Thunder Pool."

A thought suddenly flashed through Jiang Lin's mind, and he asked instinctively, "So Ancient Dragon Island is the corner he cut off?"

"Uh..." Lan Hong scratched her head awkwardly, but still nodded. "Mm, more or less."

"What an incredible story. By the way, Senior, the Dragon Clan has a long lifespan. Did you also have a role in this story?" Jiang Lin asked curiously.

"...Do I really have to say it?" Lan Hong seemed somewhat embarrassed.

"Hm? Could Senior be that Holy Son?" Jiang Lin looked astonished. But that didn't seem right—wasn't a Holy Son usually a man?

"No." Lan Hong looked awkward.

"That was my father."

Jiang Lin: "..."

Yuan Hao: "..."

"Well, Senior was still someone who took part in a major event," Jiang Lin said awkwardly, spouting nonsense.

Lan Hong shot Jiang Lin an annoyed glare. She clearly had not wanted to talk about it, yet this brat had insisted on asking.

"Ah, I suddenly feel like everyone's parents seem to have done great things." Thinking of his own mother and the others, Jiang Lin could not help sighing. Then he noticed Yuan Hao behind him and asked instinctively, "Did Senior's elders also have such wonderful stories?"

"..." Yuan Hao was silent for a long time. Finally, he raised his head and glanced at Lan