"No, the True Dragon Progenitor was a noble gold. You could say every dragon knows that," Yu Jiaojiao replied.
Song Shuhang: "..."
She wasn't a white dragon?
Then the Little White Dragon on the Mysterious Island and the dragon who left these resentful messages weren't the same dragon?
What a headache. What exactly had Song Blockhead done in the Ancient Era? How many people had he offended? How many dragons?
Had Song Blockhead, supposedly the best at escaping, honed all his escape skills by courting death?
"Then is this True Dragon Progenitor still alive?" Song Shuhang asked.
"I don't know. Our clan hasn't been able to contact her for a very long time," Yu Jiaojiao replied. "But she should still be alive. She was the Dragon King back then, a Longevity-level existence who had forged her own path. We've never heard any news of her death, so she should still be somewhere in the universe."
Song Shuhang nodded and opened the diary again, wanting to see what it said.
However, the diary was filled with Ancient Script. These characters had no "self-translating" property, so Song Shuhang could barely recognize a few of them.
"Jiaojiao, what does this say?" Song Shuhang asked.
"I don't know. I don't know much Ancient Script. But I asked around, and apparently it's about various everyday matters." Yu Jiaojiao paused, then added, "Do you suspect there's some opportunity hidden in it? Should I ask a teacher at the Dragon King Hall to translate it for me?"
"We can give it a try," Song Shuhang said with a smile, then closed the diary.
As he closed it, something suddenly stirred in his mind.
His gaze fell on the diary's back cover.
"Jiaojiao, there's something odd about this diary's back cover," Song Shuhang said.
Jiaojiao's eyes immediately lit