Long Yu stared fixedly at Lin Jun, seemingly slipping into madness again. Yet whether he was mad or lucid, his hatred for Dragonrider Island never changed.
Obsession.
Thinking about it carefully, under the influence of the Three Calamities, Long Yu was either mad or obsessive, and his obsession had already reached an utterly unreasonable degree.
Fortunately, Lin Jun would not be affected by the Three Calamities.
"As you know, Dragonrider Island has gone mad now. Madder than me. They mutilate themselves and slaughter one another. Brothers are no longer brothers, family is no longer family. They're courting death!"
Long Yu chuckled darkly. Although Dragonrider Island looked peaceful now, he knew what lurked beneath that peace.
In the five thousand years since then, Dragonrider Island's thirty-seven hundred branches had dwindled to just three hundred, a reduction of ninety percent.
Eighty percent of those losses had died at their own people's hands. If that wasn't madness, what was?
Under these circumstances, anyone could enter Dragonrider Island directly with a little preparation, or even just a trace of the Dragon Clan's aura on their body.
There was no oversight whatsoever.
It could be said that Dragonrider Island was interested in only two things now: self-mutilation and the Demon Kingdom.
None of the Inner Sea's powers dared say anything about Dragonrider Island now. They were all watching, waiting for it to cut off its own arms and legs so they could take its place.
Yet Dragonrider Island had always turned a blind eye to this, as though it truly meant to grant those powers their wish.
"When the time comes, I'll say you're a descendant of my Long-surname branch born abroad, now returning to reunite with your kin. No one will investigate you."
Long Yu pointed at Lin Jun's chest.
"Besides, I can actually