Replace it with the pure spinal bone of a Mythical True Dragon...
There was no need to hesitate. Ever since taking that first step, he had been pushed onward. So what if he was unwilling? At least it was better than living several obscure decades before dying and rotting away. Whether he walked of his own accord or was pushed forward, he was still moving ahead. Not just anyone could even become a chess piece.
He glanced at the Mysterious Person, whose slovenly appearance indulged in wine, meat, and sensual pleasures.
All that nonsense about traces being impossible to find and being powerless to act was complete bullshit! Not even ghosts would believe it!
They were simply afraid—afraid of completely offending that vengeful White Dragon within Sky Pillar Peak. Yes, they all wanted the White Dragon to fall, yet they also wanted to preserve themselves as spectators, sitting back to wait for old friends or old rivals to fight the White Dragon until both sides were battered and broken. They hoped the mantis would stalk the cicada while the yellow oriole waited behind. They wanted to reap easy gains. Thus, they tried their utmost to make every matter related to the White Dragon seem unrelated to themselves, leaving their every action awkward and discordant.
He knew full well this was a trap, an Open Scheme. It did not matter. The relationship between the human Imperial Dynasty and the Divine Dragon Empire was terrible anyway.
The songs and dances continued.
The Human Emperor began contemplating a dragon-hunting scheme. Hunting dragons was not something that could be accomplished merely by picking up a sharp blade.
The experts loyal to the Imperial Dynasty were somewhat inadequate, but fortunately, there were enough of them. More important than searching for dragon traces was cultivating a