"Haha, wonderful! The Dragon Lord finally has an heir. If the child inherits the Dragon Lord's talents, my Dragon Clan will endure for ten thousand generations!"
Jin Tong laughed heartily. Wen Yan, Wen Tingdao, and the others were all overjoyed.
The birth of the Dragon Lord's legitimate son at this moment would greatly boost morale throughout the Dragon Domain.
Although they couldn't go see the child directly like Xiang Qingcheng, Yan Ji, and the others, just hearing the news while waiting in the hall was enough to fill them with excitement.
Whether they were members of the Dragon Clan, the Page Stone Clan, the Dragon Wolf Clan, or the Birch Flame Clan, an indescribable air of celebration filled the entire Dragon Domain.
Amid this joyful atmosphere, Meng Fushan returned to the Dragon Domain. He lingered outside the main hall, gazing from afar at Wen Yan and the others, as well as Hall Master Lei Peng, Bamboo Monk Lan Yun, and the others as they departed. Recalling the times they had fought side by side, he suddenly found himself at a loss for words.
He had cooperated with other factions before, but looking back, most of those relationships had been driven by self-interest and scheming.
Only here in the Dragon Domain had there been a true bond. They had their share of friction in peacetime, but the unity they showed against outside enemies had been forged through battle after battle, great and small.
The Dragon Domain had never treated them as outsiders. It had opened its cultivation techniques to them and provided pills to save the wounded. A considerable number of their clansmen had cultivated the Dragon Transformation Dao technique, and their friends, relatives, and old acquaintances had successfully transformed into dragons.
Their shared experience of fighting and bleeding on the