Once he had confirmed that the Abyssal Demon Race would not descend at some appointed time like a prophesied demon king and bring about the end of the world, as described in certain fantasy novels, Xu Yi visibly relaxed.
"Hey, Cassandra, do you know how many of your Dragon Race are left?" Xu Yi asked another question that concerned him.
Cassandra let out a puff of air, apparently quite uninterested in the question.
"You humans always like asking things like that. To tell you the truth, I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"Of course. Why should I know the answer to a boring question like how many of our kind are left?" Cassandra countered. "What would be the point?"
"Of course there's a point. Wouldn't knowing how many of your kind there are strengthen your sense of belonging to your race?" Xu Yi was somewhat puzzled.
"That's why I said this is something only you humans would think about. You're a race that always likes banding together. As for us dragons, we're naturally powerful as individuals. We can live perfectly well without gathering together, so why bother thinking about how many of us there are?"
"Well..."
Xu Yi suddenly felt that Cassandra had a very good point. For a moment, he could find no way to refute her.
Indeed, dragons were naturally powerful individuals with extraordinarily strong vitality. Even away from their own kind, they could live perfectly well on their own. They were nothing like humans, who were social creatures.
"But according to the information you brought back, you shouldn't be the only dragon on the island our fleet reached, right?" Xu Yi asked.
"There's nothing strange about that. The environment on that island is very suitable for our Red Dragon Race, and it's big enough, too. So after