"Then... before I leave, let me lay you all to rest. One day, I'll bring you back to life."
Qi Ji spoke to the dragon bones in the Dragon Tomb. His gaze passed over the Mountain Dragon King's limbs, towering like pillars holding up the sky, then the Light Dragon King's enormous golden remains, and finally the ancient True Dragons in the distance whose names he did not even know.
Back then, Tang Wulin had been an outsider who merely inherited the Golden Dragon King's power, yet he had been willing to perform the Thousand-Day Burial of Dragons for them. As the true crown prince of the Dragon Clan, Qi Ji could hardly do less.
Whatever Tang Wulin could do, Qi Ji would do better.
"Why go to all this unnecessary trouble..." There was a hint of dismissal in the Dragon God's voice.
As he saw it, these dragons had chosen to gather around him and die. Their deaths had nothing to do with him, and Qi Ji had no reason to spend his time and energy on them.
"You may not consider yourself the ruler of the Dragon Clan, but I really am its crown prince."
Qi Ji turned to look at the Dragon God. His tone was calm but firm.
The Dragon God, worshipped by every member of the Dragon Clan, might feel nothing for them, but Qi Ji had truly been raised as their crown prince.
During his days in the Dragon God Realm, those loyal dragon ministers had stood by him through countless days and nights.
He ought to remember that bond.
The Dragon God did not object. Ultimately, he simply did not care about these so-called subjects who followed him.
His heart held only his wife and son. No one and nothing else mattered to