"That sound... was that a dragon's roar?"
"Has that dragon from before gone berserk?"
Ye Qingcheng straightened the clothes on her upper body and walked out of the room.
She had only recently returned to the Upper Realm, after all, and knew little about it. Hearing that roar, the only creature she could think of was the Divine Court's guardian Sacred Beast, the Azure-Scaled Saint Dragon.
As for the enormous dragon Chen Mu had previously drawn with the Genesis Brush, he had long since erased its existence with a wave of his hand.
But before Chen Mu could answer, Ye Qingcheng quickly dismissed that possibility herself.
There was more than one dragon roaring!
The intimidating force within those roars was on par with that of the Azure-Scaled Saint Dragon.
Seeing that Ye Qingcheng already had an answer in mind, Chen Mu swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue.
Instead, he said, "Anyway, let's go take a look first."
Chen Mu was certain the dragon roars had come from the direction of the Imperial Palace.
Could that dragon be planning to attack Mother?
To Chen Mu, it was perfectly normal for the Dragon Clan and the Human Race to be as incompatible as fire and water.
Since ancient times, dragons had stood at the head of all beasts in the mortal world, possessing a supreme bloodline.
For cultivators, dragon blood was also a top-grade cultivation resource, something even a thousand gold pieces could scarcely buy.
Saint Dragons were hailed as demigod rank beings, respected and worshipped by the vast majority, who regarded them as objects of faith.
Some even considered them the will of the gods left behind in the mortal world.
Precisely because they had been placed on such lofty pedestals, those willing to submit and become a