Ahead of the warship, grayish-white mist churned without end like a heavy curtain.
A white-haired old man came walking over the mist. Though his body was somewhat stooped, his steps were steady and swift.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived at Luo Yuan's side. His face was covered in wrinkles, like gullies carved by the passage of time, yet his eyes were exceptionally bright, gleaming sharply.
Lowering his voice, cautious and probing, he asked, "City Lord, are you planning to bring these people back to Spirit City?"
Spirit City was the most central region of the Spirit Vein Dragon Descendant Clan, a stone city built deep within the Soulbreak Mountains.
It was shrouded in dense mist all year round, with treacherous terrain that was easy to defend and hard to attack. It was the sacred land the clan had guarded for generations.
Luo Yuan nodded slightly, his gaze grave as he said with certainty, "They are emissaries of the Dragon Clan, and they have brought the Dragon Clan's token—the Dragon Pearl."
"What? Dragon Clan emissaries?"
Upon hearing this, the old man's pupils suddenly contracted, and even the wrinkles on his face seemed to smooth out in shock.
He confirmed it again and again. "Are you certain you did not mistake them? That Dragon Pearl... is it truly an object of the Dragon Clan?"
"I would not mistake it."
Luo Yuan's expression was solemn, his tone beyond question. "The aura on the Dragon Pearl is pure and vast. It is absolutely not a counterfeit."
The old man could not help sighing. A look of emotion surfaced on his aged face as he murmured, "So the rumors were true after all. Dragon Clan emissaries truly would descend... The prophecy passed down through the clan for generations is finally going to