"Imperial bloodline blood?"
At Yang Qing's words, Jiang Zhizhou and Bu Er exchanged a glance. The Duan Clan was a thousand miles away—where were they supposed to get dragon blood?
Yet Yang Qing was still gazing at the stone door, lost in thought.
He had deciphered what was recorded on it, but doubts continued to linger in his mind.
The Duan Clan had not laid eyes on this dragon vein for a hundred years, and throughout that time, they had never stopped secretly searching and gathering information.
If they truly knew the key to all this—that entering the dragon vein required the protection of dragon blood—they certainly would not have sent only outsiders like them.
Unless they had never intended to rely on Jiang Zhizhou and Yang Qing to find the dragon vein at all, and had merely used it as an excuse to kill them.
Naturally, Duan Ziqian and the others had not expected Yang Qing and Jiang Zhizhou to actually discover the dragon vein through a strange twist of fate.
Now their retreat was cut off, and they had no choice but to breach this stone door.
Otherwise, they could only remain trapped beneath this desert until they died.
Yang Qing and Jiang Zhizhou would certainly not sit idle and await death.
"Imperial bloodline blood—it doesn't specify that it has to come from the Duan Clan," Yang Qing said.
Jiang Zhizhou gave a faint sigh. "Even so, none of the four of us comes from an imperial family. Even if we drained ourselves dry, I doubt we could get past this stone door."
Yang Qing turned his gaze to Bu Er. "Bu Er, there's something I originally intended to tell you only when I had little time left in this world. But this is an emergency, so I