Crack—
The crisp sound was like a fragile eggshell being shattered, quickly fading in the silent room. At the center of the living room stood a massive table.
One large and one small figure could even be seen gathered around it, seemingly waiting for something.
Dressed in casual clothes, Leng Yaozhu casually brushed aside the silken strands of hair obstructing her view.
She looked at the dragon egg that was gradually cracking apart, its black, purple, and red colors intertwined as though it were formed from crisscrossing Dragon Scales.
The surprise in Leng Yaozhu's eyes was practically overflowing. "Where on earth did you get a True Dragon egg? The strength of its Dragon Clan bloodline is beyond imagination..."
As she spoke, Leng Yaozhu even extended her hand. A brilliant spark suddenly ignited at the tip of her finger, which was painted with pale nail polish. Though it was pure fiery red, its temperature was not high.
At the very least, with her level 98 Soul Power Level, there was no way she could fail to control even that much heat.
As if testing it, she gently brushed her slender, flame-wreathed finger across the gradually cracking dragon egg.
Yet she failed to leave even the slightest mark.
"Uh, I don't know either. How about you just treat it as a reward that fell from the sky, Sis?" Gu Chen knew Leng Yaozhu's personality well. He could casually make up an excuse to fool her; though she would not believe it, she definitely would not dig to the bottom of it.
That was good enough.
"Tsk." Leng Yaozhu's pink lips parted slightly with a dissatisfied click of her tongue, and she even rolled her eyes.
Do you think I'd believe that?
"Alright, Sister Leng, it looks like it's coming out."
"I wonder