"Was the Quail-like Dragon really descended from a false dragon?"
"If so, then why couldn't my Bear Bee also be descended from a false dragon—a false bee dragon?"
"But if that's the case, then theoretically any kind of essence beast could be descended from a false dragon. Heh, wouldn't my Wuyou Black Pig also be descended from a false dragon, a false pig dragon... Oh, sorry, it was descended from a Golden Black Pig."
"But who could guarantee that the Golden Black Pig didn't have false dragon blood?"
"Roland also said that besides the Four Seasons Flower Sea, quite a few other places had descendants of false dragons similar to the Quail-like Dragon..."
Russell lay in his sleeping bag, listening to the knights' cries and shouts from the other tents outside.
Cold Spring Point had neither taverns nor brothels, so card games and gambling had become the knights' only way to pass the time.
Even his Knight Retainers took turns going outside to play cards and gamble.
But Eric did not enjoy such things. He was still outside the tent, synchronizing essence with Kevin, the Gold-Silver Wolfdog. To him, cultivation was the most interesting thing.
"Chirp, chirp!"
The Red-eyed Rat King had also come to the snowfield. Several days of traveling through ice and snow had frozen him badly, so after eating and drinking his fill, he hid in a specially made sleeping bag, grinding his teeth as he dreamed.
Rather than finding the sound noisy, Russell found it reassuring.
He was cultivating the Red-eyed Rat King's combat strength while also nurturing their bond, ensuring the Red-eyed Rat King would be utterly loyal to him. That way, he would never have to worry about the Red-eyed Rat King changing sides or turning on his master in the future.
"How fascinating."