" I can't tell you too much about the specifics just yet. I can only tell you for certain, Senior, that a branch of the Dragon Race does still exist. Though its strength still falls short of the dragons in the secret realm, the Dragon Race has been suppressed by the Heavenly Court for so long that there will always be members who want to take their fate back into their own hands." Lu Xiaotian spoke frankly. He gave the other man an answer so the hope rising in Muye Wujiang's heart would not be crushed, but he could not reveal too much about the details. That was all Lu Xiaotian could do for now.
"Good, good. As long as there's still an unyielding spirit, even dying in battle would leave no regrets. This secret realm once provided the Dragon Race with a refuge, but after all these years, the dragons inside have long since lost their drive to advance. There may be plenty of them, but they're no better than walking corpses, content to huddle in a corner. Yet there's no wall in this world that the wind can't get through. The moment a flaw appeared in the Thirty-Six Altars of Tianmu, the death knell for the dragons in this secret realm began to toll." As he spoke, Muye Wujiang bowed deeply to Lu Xiaotian. "Though the dragons in the secret realm each have their own ideas and refuse to strive for progress, I hope you'll remember that you're all of the Dragon Race and save their lives."
Lu Xiaotian could only smile wryly at that. He certainly wanted to save the dragons in the secret realm; otherwise, he wouldn't have risked coming here. Wouldn't it have been better to simply settle down and cultivate in the waters belonging