Dragon Valley Small World.
This was the graveyard of the Dragon Clan, where countless true dragons, sacred dragons, and Dragon Kings from the Dragon God Realm had been buried.
A group of little girls with silver hair, purple eyes, dragon horns on their heads, and dragon tails behind them wore blue tops, black skirts, white cotton socks, and little brown shoes.
They skipped along happily, Special Ability Storage Bags in hand.
Dragon clouds, pack, pack, pack.
Dragon aura, inhale, inhale, inhale.
Dragon bones, pack, pack, pack.
I came, I saw, I packed it all away.
A group of old dragon remnant souls that had been dead for who knew how many tens of thousands of years faced a group of pure-blooded Dragon Clan descendants.
Not greedy human Spirit Masters.
"Slow down. Don't fall." An old dragon soul saw an adorable little Na'er trip over a stone and scrape her skin, and it ached for her.
"Look, look, look! She picked my dragon bones first." One old dragon soul winked at a friend beside it and spoke smugly.
It looked as though it was saying, I'm more popular than you.
Before the Silver Dragon King's little daughters, these Dragon Clan remnant souls were extremely tolerant.
After all, by seniority, they were all dragon uncles.
Besides, the Dragon Clan bloodline within each little Na'er was no weaker than even the Dragon God's.
One look was enough to tell that they were the Dragon Clan's favored daughters of heaven, the future ones in charge.
Time passed.
After the dragon bones in Dragon Valley, including those of several Dragon King-level dragons, had all been packed into the little Na'ers' storage bags and taken out of Dragon Valley—
Qian Xunji held the Jialin Egg in his right hand and curled his lips into a smile