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Long Jing'an snorted, an almost imperceptible curl of mockery tugging at his lips. "Hugging firewood to keep warm?"
"Second Brother Yu, aren't you afraid you'll ignite that pile of dry tinder called 'malignant mutation' and only feed the blaze?"
"Don't forget, for your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect to produce a 'Red Fire Dragon' like you was already as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns-your ancestors' graves must have been sending up auspicious smoke."
"If we join together and get swept up in that raging torrent of mutations, how many 'Yu Yongyuans' and 'Long Jing'ans' in our next generation will be able to withstand it?"
"How much worse could it get?!" Yu Yongyuan refused to yield an inch, every word weighing a thousand tons. "Things have already come to this. Must we wait until mutation runs utterly beyond our control and our bloodlines lose their last spark before we drown in regret?"
"Rather than struggle alone on the edge of the abyss, why not bind ourselves together with ropes and give each other something to lean on?"
Long Jing'an irritably scrubbed his face with his large hand, his brows twisted into a dead knot. "Even if we join together, we can still tell whether the next generation has a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon or a dragon-pattern. But what if, during Dragon Soul Awakening, an Ice Abyss Demon Jiao or a Phantom Shadow Nether Dragon pops out of nowhere?!"
"Would that belong to your family or mine? Unclear allegiance will become the root of disaster sooner or later!"
That was the barb lodged deepest in his heart.
Yu Yongyuan had clearly thought this through long ago and had a plan