"I can't answer that." Li Mu Yang's expression was helpless as he spoke.
Now that was an awkward question.
Just as that demon had said, when the Abyss first invaded, the dragons had saved humanity, only to be betrayed by humans in the end. Their entire race had nearly been slaughtered to extinction. The only black dragon to escape with its life had even accidentally entrusted its dragon soul to a human body.
The worst part was that the human youth had deep feelings for humanity. He refused to strive for greatness or seek revenge, allowing the blood feud between humans and dragons to be buried beneath dust as the years slipped away. Once the last dragon—no, the last Little Dragon Person—died, there would probably be no dragons left in the world. Future generations would never believe dragons had existed, treating those ancient stories as nothing more than myths and legends.
The dragons had even become the villains of mythology, monsters slain beneath the blades of the heroes of the starry sky who had made their names throughout Divine Land—their stepping stones on the path to heaven.
If anyone else had said this to Li Mu Yang, he could have dismissed them with a simple, "What the hell does it have to do with you?" Short, simple, and domineering. And quite cathartic.
But the one asking this question was a member of the Abyss Clan, one of the chief culprits behind the invasion of Divine Land all those years ago.
They had clearly been the ones who committed those crimes. They had clearly been the ones who invaded the Flower Language Plain. Yet the historical records had turned into a tale of the dragons' brutality and humanity's righteous fury in slaying them. Even that famous "war of invasion" that had