The people the Dragon Clan drew in were, in essence, those who possessed dragon blood or flood dragon blood—people capable of improving the Dragon Clan's bloodline and carrying on its lineage.
Their bloodlines and physiques might not measure up to those of the pure-blooded Dragon Clan, but the pure-blooded dragons were happy to see fresh strength joining them. Naturally, they were willing to hold such people in high regard and offer them a few benefits, thereby expanding their race and creating a clustering effect that would win them more support and trust in the future.
Meng Zhao was different. In a sense, his physique and bloodline were comparable to those of the Dragon Clan's first ancestor. Perhaps his physique could not be passed down to the next generation, but the power of his bloodline absolutely surpassed that of Ancestor Dragon Ying Zheng's descendants.
Not to mention Long Feng himself—even those supposedly devoted elders of the Dragon Clan, those sanctimonious hypocrites, would have the first thought of exploiting Meng Zhao's bloodline to strengthen themselves upon encountering him.
That was the reality of the Dragon Clan. Bloodline was king, and for the sake of bloodline, they would pay any price.
As for Meng Zhao's belief that Long Feng, or even the entire Dragon Clan, could continuously purify and temper their existing bloodlines until they rose to the level of a True Dragon Physique—he was simply overthinking it.
The Dragon Clan had existed for endless ages and passed through countless years, yet every person who had achieved a True Dragon Physique had come from the pure-blooded lineage. And within that lineage, every one of them had been a top-tier prodigy, possessing formidable talent and bloodline abilities, with the potential to become Gods and Devils.
In other words, throughout all these years, not a