Secret Chamber

Bai Yujun was afraid of death—terribly, terribly afraid.

She had suddenly realized that the Dragon Gate, so intimately tied to Dragon Transformation, had actually been turned into a trap in ancient times. Someone had calculated long ago that a little white flood dragon would one day seek to transform into a dragon, leaving behind a treasured sword to slay the white flood dragon and sever the Path to Dragonhood.

She imagined herself relying on the Dragon Gate to evolve while undergoing the Dragon Transformation Tribulation years later, only to be stabbed to death by a single sword.

It was enough to make her die of frustration.

Killing flood dragons for no reason and forcibly driving a species to extinction—was that really all right?

Mu sighed, landing beside Bai Yujun and picking up the fallen spirit fruits and spirit herbs. Bai Yujun felt she should not have asked Mu those questions. Her eyes reddened as she lowered her head and joined her in gathering the spirit fruits. Mu reached out and stroked her dragon horns in comfort.

As she picked up the spirit fruits, the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt.

She squatted down, hugged her knees, and stared at the little grass in gloomy silence. Perhaps the precious pearl had protected her, and no accident had occurred, but the sudden truth had dealt her confidence a crushing blow.

Mu sat at her side, comforting the terrified white flood dragon.

"I originally did not want you to know too much. Seven hundred years from now, I will deal with that sword. There are not many dragons left; none can die again. It is merely a sword. It will not stump me."

"You... your courage is far too small. The Dragon Soul taught you so much, yet you