Tales of the Mortal World
Chapter 727

The True Dragons Gather, but the White Lord Is Nowhere to Be Seen

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Joy showed on the white-robed youth's face, and he joined the old monk in bowing. "Amitabha."

The vast majority of Flood Dragons in the world belonged to the Four Seas Dragonkind. Even those who transformed into Flood Dragons on their own and plunged into the rivers would become members of the Four Seas Dragonkind. It was almost inevitable.

But were there Flood Dragons in the world who did not belong to the Four Seas Dragonkind?

There were, though they could be counted on one's fingers, and the white-robed youth might well have been one of them.

Why only "might"?

Naturally, the East Sea Dragonkind could not have been unaware of what had happened back then. Even the East Sea Dragon Lord knew, but there was really no need to interfere. It had been a matter between the Snow Python and the old monk to begin with, and with the Manifest Holiness True Lord intervening, they had simply let things take their course.

Thus, even the white-robed youth himself did not know whether he counted as a member of the East Sea Dragonkind. No Dragonkind had contacted him since then. Perhaps some among the East Sea Dragonkind had developed a measure of ill feeling toward Mount Great Autumn and Great Autumn Temple.

And this Dragon-Transformation Ceremony in the North Sea had not only greatly benefited the Snow Flood Dragon's cultivation; he had even witnessed a Great Flood Dragon successfully transform into a dragon.

That Great Flood Dragon was likewise a White Dragon, and during the ensuing Dragon Ascension, the various cultivators in the water had gradually come to understand that this White Dragon did not belong to the Four Seas Dragonkind.

Yet the Great Flood Dragon's successful transformation also stirred a special feeling and joy in the white-robed youth's heart.

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