Dongfang Minghui felt that this pitch-black soil was different from the black clouds seeping out of Black Herb. She took some back to the village chief's house, finding her way with ease. The Pseudo-Dragon following them had no intention of driving them away, mainly out of deference to Toothless, who stayed beside Dongfang Minghui.
The Pseudo-Dragon stood warily to one side, staring at the Dragon God Hatchling with a complicated expression... In truth, he knew little about the Dragon Clan. Everything he knew came from the Dragon Clan Elder who had already passed away. Whenever the elder was bored, he would tell him all sorts of Dragon Clan stories. Perhaps because he knew he was dying, his stories were often muddled and out of order. Only when he was in a good mood would he occasionally let him glimpse a portrait of the Dragon God worshipped by the Dragon Clan.
Thinking of that portrait... the Pseudo-Dragon sneaked a look at the two humans studying a lump of black soil. He had to find time to make a careful comparison and see whether this Dragon Clan Hatchling was a descendant of the Dragon God.
"Seventh Sister, the black clouds from all those years ago weren't nearly as dangerous as they are now." Otherwise, the Dragon Clan Elder could not have lived so long, let alone had enough strength left to seal his spiritual power inside that stone and suppress any black mist that might spread.
If contamination by those black clouds had not been so troublesome, she would actually have preferred to study the stone in the middle. It could hold someone's condensed, sealed spiritual power-but what kind of stone could contain power that formidable?
"Mm. Have you found anything unusual?"
"No."
Toothless sat aloofly beside Dongfang Minghui, tail swishing, bright