Gu Yue swept her spiritual power over the employees, and an irrepressible surge of excitement rose within her.
These people were clearly a bunch of dragons in disguise!
But... why were these dragons different from what she had imagined?
The dragons of the Douluo Plane, descendants of the Dragon God, either had wings on their backs and soared through the heavens like kings of the sky.
Or they were wingless and horned, wreathed in clouds and mist like overlords reigning over mountains and rivers.
But most of the dragons here, in their true forms, walked upright. Their bodies were remarkably similar to those of humans, retaining draconic features only in their appearance.
Gu Yue racked her brains and could think of only one term—dragonfolk.
But whatever they looked like, Gu Yue was the Silver Dragon King, the Lord of Soul Beasts who had succeeded the Dragon God, and ruler of dragonkind. Yet ever since awakening, she had had only two dragons under her command: Di Tian and Zi JI.
Calling her a commander without an army would hardly be an exaggeration!
Now, seeing so many dragons had sent her into overdrive.
Her heart raced, her breathing quickened, and a feverish light flashed through her black eyes. She looked at the employees as though she had found priceless treasures, itching to rush over and ask them, one by one, whether they would leave with her.
If Zhong Shenxiu had not been beside her, Gu Yue might have tried to lure away these dragons from another plane, one after another. But she still had her wits about her. She knew these dragons were Zhong Shenxiu's subordinates, members of another plane's dragon race, not people she could simply take.
Still, she could not help plotting how to ask Zhong Shenxiu to lend her