No, I'm the plantation owner. The Sun Moon Imperial Family is my fully automatic cotton-picking machine, at best.
El chuckled softly.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because any 'Radiant Dragon' Martial Soul must come from the Sun Moon Imperial Family..."
He Caitou paused.
His reason told him he should not say what came next.
No, even what he had already said should never have been spoken so openly in a place like this, with an outsider present.
But...
He seemed unable to control himself.
Looking into El's calm, crimson eyes, he could not help wanting to lay everything about himself bare.
Conceal nothing.
Defy nothing.
Give no offense.
Whispers from the depths of his bloodline echoed constantly through He Caitou's mind.
"I am Xu He, the crown prince of the Sun Moon Empire's former regime."
"That's why I can sense that your Alatreon Martial Soul, El, must share a lineage with our inherited Purple Brilliant Heaven Destroying Dragon."
"That power of destruction..."
"Your Martial Soul should be a superior form of the Purple Brilliant Heaven Destroying Dragon."
"Senior He, you're actually-!"
Her eyes wide, Wang Dong'er hurriedly clapped a hand over her mouth halfway through her exclamation.
She even glanced around uneasily, only lowering her hand once she was certain no one had heard.
Who would have guessed?
This honest, good-natured-looking senior was actually Sun Moon's former crown prince!
Wait!
Wang Dong'er suddenly caught on and turned to El again.
This guy had the Sun Moon Imperial Family's bloodline too?!
Weren't you from a secluded family? How did all that seclusion lead you into the Sun Moon Imperial Family?
Meeting Wang Dong'er's gaze, shocked and tinged with displeasure at having been kept in the dark, El first gave her a reassuring smile before turning back to He Caitou.
"That's right."