The Defeated Are Nothing but Losers
Bi Fan froze at her words. He hesitated, wondering whether he could tell them everything he knew, when Ling Xiaoxiao's gaze was already fixed on him. "Are you going to tell them, or should I?"
He gave a wry smile. "I'll tell them. Everyone here is a trusted companion, so I shouldn't keep this from you. It's just that I only recently confirmed this secret myself."
"Have any of you heard of the place where the Dragon Clan lived and thrived back when they still existed?"
Feng Xuanzhi nodded. "I've heard of it. Legend has it that it was a mountain range brimming with spiritual energy and blessed with good fortune—a sacred land for cultivation. They say the Dragon Clan remained undefeated for a thousand years thanks to that mountain range."
Bi Fan nodded with a bitter smile. "You may not believe me, but the place we're standing now is that very sacred land."
"What?" Everyone's eyes widened in shock. They instinctively looked around at the lifeless mountains, their faces full of disbelief.
Lu Fengyao stood rooted to the spot for a long moment before managing to swallow. "Is that really true?"
Bi Fan sighed and nodded. "Absolutely."
"But how do you know?" Tang Xiaoli still looked doubtful. "You couldn't have seen the Dragon Clan's territory back then, could you?"
"Of course I didn't." He gave a wry smile. "But someone else did."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xuan Chen appeared beside him. This time, he was no longer the refined young gentleman, but a Dragon Shadow, coiling quietly in midair.
Feng Xuanzhi and the others weren't particularly surprised. They all knew Bi Fan carried a Dragon Spirit.
But the people from Shenyi Gate and the Great Domain Alliance were seeing it for