"Dragon Clan envoy?"
Lin Fan looked at Luo Yuan with great interest, one brow lifting slightly.
The devout expression on the other man's face was as sincere and pure as that of a pilgrim gazing up at a deity, without the slightest trace of pretense in his features.
Lin Fan pondered inwardly. He had only taken out the Dragon Pearl on a whim, merely to test the waters, yet he had not expected the other man to identify its origins in a single breath.
It seemed his earlier suspicions had not been unfounded. This so-called Spirit Vein Dragon Descendant Clan truly had an exceedingly close connection to the ancient Dragon Clan.
At the very least, in those distant years swallowed by the river of time, the two must have shared deep roots.
Just then, the Primordial Ancient Dragon's expression shifted slightly, a sharp glint flashing through his eyes.
His robe stirred without wind as he spoke in a deep voice. "You can recognize the Dragon Pearl, and every one of you Spirit Vein Dragon Descendants carries a thin trace of Dragon Clan blood. Could it be that you are connected to the ancient Dragon Clan in some way?"
Luo Yuan nodded slightly, his expression solemn and respectful.
A hint of recollection and emotion entered his voice as he said, "To be frank, we Spirit Vein Dragon Descendants originated from the ancient Dragon Clan. We are a collateral bloodline of the ancient Dragon Clan."
"Later, the ancient Dragon Clan encountered a great calamity. Heaven and earth changed color, and the Dragon Clan splintered and fell apart. The ancestor of our branch led the clan members far from home, arriving in this land of other races."
He paused, his gaze drifting toward the gray-white mist in the distance, as though he could