[I Am Ying Zheng]: That sheen doesn't look like ordinary stone.
[Yaoyao's Little Red Riding Hood]: They look like gems! They're huge!
[Gusu Old Wu]: You're picking up gems in a Flood Dragon's lair? Aren't you afraid it'll come back and make you pay?
[Nobody's Perfect]: Flood Dragon: I've saved up these treasures for centuries, and you girls just took them.
Chen Siyao couldn't have cared less. She picked out a few of the prettiest stones and stuffed them into her pocket.
Yang Wanqing picked out a few too, and Cai Jingwen and Li Li each took several. The girls exchanged smiles like children who had sneaked some candy.
Chen Hao stood before the Flood Dragon skin, paying no attention to the stones. His gaze fell on the patterns of its scales, and his brow furrowed slightly.
This Flood Dragon was close to evolving into a True Dragon. It had even begun hoarding treasure—that wasn't something an ordinary Flood Dragon would do.
Ordinary Flood Dragons didn't collect shiny things. Only True Dragons did.
True Dragons loved collecting treasures. It was an instinct etched into their bloodline.
But was that possible? The world's spiritual energy had long since dried up. There wasn't enough to support a demonic beast's evolution, let alone such a heaven-defying act as becoming a dragon.
Yet it had evolved this far and was on the verge of becoming a True Dragon. That defied all reason, unless... it had encountered some extraordinary opportunity?
During the Primordial Era, when the passage to another plane opened, the world's spiritual energy had been far more abundant than it was now. Even then, the dragon race had been unable to advance any further.
*Most True Dragons and members of the Demon Race had chosen to follow the passage into another plane in