"Are you from the Dragon Clan?"
A single stone stirred up a thousand waves.
Crash!
Every diner in the inn was startled by those words, and everyone's gaze shifted to the gray-robed man.
Some even rose silently and approached the black-robed youth, wanting to get closer to him.
If a fight broke out, they could seize the initiative and secure advantageous attack positions.
The black-robed youth's hand stopped as he held his chopsticks. The noodles he had lifted slid back into the bowl.
"What did you say?" The man maintained his head-lowered posture as he ate his noodles and asked the question.
"Are you from the Dragon Clan?" The bookworm, Tu Xin, stared fixedly at the black-robed youth and shouted sternly, "The Sky-Piercing Conch is made from a Sky-Piercing Sea Conch from the ocean depths. It can sense the aura of every divine beast in Divine Land. Furthermore, this Sky-Piercing Conch was soaked in dragon blood for eighty-one days. It's exceptionally sensitive to the Dragon Clan's blood and qi. It can patrol on Heaven's behalf and seek out the evil dragons of this world. Ever since I entered this inn, it's been wailing nonstop in my arms. That means it sensed an unusual aura."
"I infused my blood into the Sky-Piercing Conch, and it immediately began searching in every direction. Then it was drawn to the dragon aura radiating from your body and stopped above your head, lingering there without dispersing."
Tu Xin glanced at the Sky-Piercing Sea Conch spinning endlessly in the sky, its silver radiance tightly enveloping the black-robed youth. Killing intent suddenly flashed in his eyes as he said viciously, "If you aren't from the Dragon Clan, why did the Sky-Piercing Sea Conch stop only above your head? Why does its silver radiance envelop only your body?