What was a dragon?
A dragon could grow large or small, rise or hide. When large, it stirred clouds and summoned mist; when small, it concealed its scales and hid its form. When it rose, it soared between heaven and earth; when it hid, it lurked beneath the waves. Now that spring had deepened, the dragon had ridden the changing season.
Scale Manifestation Phantom Claws—an invincible physical body.
Riding clouds and driving mist, breathing dragonfire from its mouth.
That was what the dragon race was.
Born demigods, mighty beings of the world.
How could they fear death and bow humbly, or tremble in solitude like cicadas in winter?
"Li Mu Yang." True Man Ziyang wore an expression of exasperation at a piece of iron that refused to become steel as he pointed at Li Mu Yang. "If you act this way, who can help you? Are you truly planning to spend your entire life alone, becoming the only giant dragon in the world?"
Li Mu Yang understood Qian Du and True Man Ziyang's worries.
Killing a member of the human race—killing one in public—was a grave taboo.
That would only make those humans hate and resent him even more, creating irreconcilable conflict and hatred between humans and dragons.
"You treat me well, so I treat you well. You treat me badly, so I treat you badly. That's the most basic principle and logic of human interaction. But why should dragons be treated differently?" Li Mu Yang looked at True Man Ziyang as he asked this.
"Just because I'm a dragon, because there's a dragon inside me, I have to be inferior to humans? I'm supposed to take blows without fighting back and endure insults without answering, and when someone spits in my face, I can only wipe it off myself