If the Dragon Clan had no distinction between male and female, what about Wenren Xuange and Wenren Qihan, whom he had met before?
"Is that really true?" Zhang Yuan plainly did not believe what he had heard.
Green Snake rolled its eyes at him. It wanted to say he could believe whatever he liked, but a dragon beneath another's eaves had no choice but to bow its head. It could only reply pleasantly:
"Of course it is. Would I lie to you? What would I gain from that?"
Beside him, Xiao Yuanjun thought for a moment, then said, "I believe the Dragon Clan does indeed have such a saying."
"See? See? Even if you don't believe me, surely you believe your Master," Green Snake agreed.
Truthfully, although it had barely exchanged a few words with Xiao Yuanjun and had been talking to Zhang Yuan all along, as the saying went, when the upper beam was crooked, the lower beam would be too. As master and disciple, Xiao Yuanjun and Zhang Yuan probably had much the same temperament. Some of it must have rubbed off on one or the other; odds were they could sleep under the same quilt.
Thus, it was still rather afraid of Xiao Yuanjun.
Zhang Yuan asked thoughtfully, "Then why do members of the South Sea's Wenren Clan have distinct male and female forms after transforming?"
"You said it yourself: that's the South Sea's Wenren Clan. That clan is merely a branch from the elder era. Their bloodline is impure, they are not sacred beings, and they have been tainted by acquired worldly influences. How could they compare to the orthodox lineage of our Dragon Clan?"
Green Snake revealed this secret with undisguised disdain.
Zhang Yuan grew interested. "So the South Sea Dragon Clan transforms, while the