"Dragon tail?"
Nalan Yue froze and stared at Chen Changming in astonishment.
Her pupils contracted slightly. Her composure rippled like a lake struck by a stone.
The Dragon Clan was the most powerful True Spirit Race in the Spirit Realm. Their bodies were incomparably strong, and their bloodlines held the most primal power between heaven and earth.
In all these years, the Medicine Sect had never obtained even part of a dragon's corpse. Forget a tail—even a claw or a horn had been beyond its reach.
A dragon's corpse was a treasure fought over by the top powers of the Primordial Continent. Whenever one appeared, it was bound to unleash a storm of blood.
"What kind of dragon?" she asked at once.
Urgency slipped into her voice despite her efforts to suppress it. She leaned forward slightly, her gaze fixed on Chen Changming.
"A Blood Spirit Dragon."
Chen Changming smiled faintly and waved his hand. A huge, shriveled dragon tail appeared in the hall.
The tail was several yards long and dark red all over, its surface covered in dense scales. But those scales had lost their luster. Dry and wrinkled, they looked like dead leaves drained of every drop of moisture.
At the severed end, bone and flesh had shrunk into a mass that gave off a faint, bloody smell.
Even so, the trace of draconic might lingering in the tail made the air in the hall feel heavier.
At the sight of the badly shriveled tail, Nalan Yue's breath caught. Her gaze swept over it again and again, her eyes shining with disbelief.
She stepped closer and examined it carefully before slowly exhaling. "A dragon tail from the Mahayana Realm. Chen Shan, where did you get this? Was it Blood Dragon Mountain?" Her voice trembled, though she did