Ever since the White Dragon Clan came to the Lower Realm, Great Elder Ni Huang had never summoned all the clansmen at once. Something major must have happened.
It wasn't easy for the others to travel around the Lower Realm. Powerful creatures roamed here, but after the entire White Dragon Clan had moved to the Lower Realm, they brought out all their stored dragon saliva, allowing every clansman to ignore the giant beasts here.
Half a month later, the White Dragon Clan's elites gathered beneath Ancestor Mang's head. Though there were many of them, they weren't noisy. This place was sacred to them.
Long Xi looked up at Ancestor Mang. Here she was again. Back then, she and Brother Xiao Xuan—who had gone by the alias Long Qi—no, Lu Yin, had come together to pay their respects to their ancestors. She still couldn't forget a single moment of it.
If only she could return to that time with the memories she had now.
Great Elder Ni Huang sat quietly at the front, his voice low. "Is everyone here?"
Old Monster Long stepped forward respectfully. "Reporting to the Great Elder, all the clan's elites have arrived. What are your instructions?"
Great Elder Ni Huang turned to face all the elite clansmen. There were more than ten thousand of them, and they represented the future of the White Dragon Clan. Now he had to make a decision—a decision that would change the White Dragon Clan's fate of being forced to guard the Lower Realm. The White Dragon Clan shouldn't have to remain here forever. He still wanted to take a gamble.
"How long has it been since we came to the Lower Realm?" Great Elder Ni Huang asked.
"Ten years, Great Elder," Old Monster Long replied.
Long Xi's gaze grew complicated. Ten