Dragon scales were not merely impossible to seek out-even stumbling upon them was all but unheard of. Few dragon scales in the world had legitimate origins, for Dragonkind would never give such things away.
To dragons themselves, scales were every bit as precious as shedded dragon skin. The fact that most dragons fashioned their magical garments from their own shed skins offered a glimpse of their value.
And this chest of broken scales brimmed with dragon qi. For that alone, for that alone, Jiang Lang had certainly proved himself a true friend.
The wooden chest looked about an arm's length wide, hardly small. The dragon scales were all broken, making it impossible to discern their original shapes, but one probing sense told Yi Shuyuan that there were seven in total. They were all the scales shattered back then; Jiang Lang had kept none for himself.
"Such generosity, Dragon King Jiang! You have my deepest gratitude!"
"Heh, no need for formalities with me. You're making it awkward!"
With that remark from Jiang Lang, Yi Shuyuan said no more.
Stoneborn could not resist rising from his seat and approaching the chest to touch them. The dragon scales felt cool against his fingers, not nearly as hard as he had imagined, but rather faintly smooth and slippery. Hui Mian, perched atop his head, looked equally amazed.
"What abundant dragon qi! Sir, can these be used to refine pills?"
The allure of the dragon scales made the candied fruit and pastries on the table pale in the eyes of the two little gluttons.
Yi Shuyuan smiled. Hui Mian had arrived at the very same thought.
Though he had no need to refine a magical garment, the contents of this chest were unquestionably treasures, with countless uses for Yi Shuyuan. Even setting everything else aside,