Dragon Emperor, You're Far Too Suspicious!

"Shut up those who said things they shouldn't have?"

Long Xiao's voice fell.

Immediately, the expressions of all the powerful Dragon Race around them changed.

This was the very thing they were discussing before the Longwang Clan returned.

When they first heard this claim, their initial reaction was skepticism.

After all, the Human Race has spread many rumors in order to the Black Dragon Clan.

Unfortunately, this story sounds very convincing.

In addition, it seems that back then, a Human Race did indeed venture alone into the Dragon Race.

This is bound to give the dragon some ideas.

Moreover, just as they were discussing whether the matter was true or false...

Then they saw the Dragon Emperor, the Tiger King, and the Black Tortoise Race fighting in mid-air. The Human Race called this their Dragon Emperor because he was enraged by having his wounds reopened and thus fell out with the other two races.

This makes it difficult for them not to have some thoughts.

But it was just an idea; what they had been discussing was whether or not to bring it up.

I never expected that Long Xiao would bring this up himself.

How did you hear that?

Longwang Clan looked at Long Xiao with his eyes slightly narrowed.

Long Xiao gestured towards the outside:

"The Human Race's powerful figures are deliberately spreading rumors; in my opinion, they intend to tarnish Your Dragon Emperor's image."

As soon as the words fell, another dragon spoke up:

"Indeed, these Human Race of average strength, but their methods are utterly despicable."

"Yes, with the Dragon Emperor's strength, how could Human Race possibly do such a thing?"

The dragons were largely in agreement on this matter, all expressing indignation.

The Longwang Clan did not respond to these questions, but instead asked Long Xiao:

"Then, in your opinion, how should this matter be handled?"

Long Xiao pondered for a moment and said:

"As the Dragon Emperor, I absolutely cannot stoop to proving such baseless rumors."

"However, if we allow the Human Race to continue smearing us like this, it will only embolden them."

"So we still need to take appropriate action, but we can't use that as an excuse. We might need to think things through carefully."

Longwang Clan looked at Long Xiao and nodded slightly:

"Since you have such insight, then this matter will be entrusted to you."

After a pause, Longwang Clan changed the subject:

"But we must not use too much force; there are more important things waiting for us to do right now."

Upon hearing this, all the dragons turned their attention to the Longwang Clan, waiting for what they would say next.

The conflict between the Beast Race and Human Race will only escalate.

"Once the Atavism lineage is born, we will inevitably face a turbulent situation one day. Therefore, before its birth, our entire Dragon Race should work together to forge Ten Thousand Scale Armor to provide it with sufficient protection."

"Ten Thousand Scale Armor!"

Upon hearing this name, all the dragons present were startled.

The Ten Thousand Scale Armor is forged using a secret Dragon Race technique. Once completed, it is so tough that even the sharpest Dragon Race claws would have difficulty tearing it apart.

The key to such power lies in the fact that each dragon must contribute its hardest scales and expend a certain amount of its own blood energy to achieve this.

For the Dragon Race, this was a truly major undertaking.

"The Dragon Emperor is right. The Ten Thousand Scale Armor is indeed the best protection our Dragon Race can prepare for our Atavism offspring, and it should certainly be prepared in advance."

"Atavism concerns the more distant future, so as long as it can be Atavism, it's only right to do so."

"I have no objection."

Longwang Clan looked around, his gaze finally settling on Long Xiao:

What are you thinking about?

Long Xiao snapped out of his reverie and pondered for a moment:

"Since the Dragon Emperor intends to do so, then we should indeed put aside the rumors circulating among the Human Race for now."

Longwang Clan nodded, looked away, and said nothing more.

Looking at the Longwang Clan, Long Xiao had already made a vague judgment in his mind.

"It seems the news from the Human Race wasn't just baseless."

The Dragon Emperor's reaction was a bit too sensitive.

He had only mentioned it briefly, and all that had just happened pointed to him.

This is a very unusual thing.

If it's all baseless, why would the Dragon Emperor bother?

As for the current claim of the "Ten Thousand Scale Armor," was it something planned in advance, or was it proposed on the spur of the moment due to suspicion?

Even the strongest Human Race might not dare to invade the lands inhabited by Dragon Race.

Then who are we trying to protect by Atavism with Ten Thousand Scale Armor?

"My recommendation for Long Yang to try is a sincere hope for the revival of the Dragon Race."

"Pity,"

Long Xiao sighed inwardly:

"Dragon Emperor, you are ultimately just like those Human Race emperors—too suspicious."

Long Xiao withdrew his gaze.

To be wary of the Human Race is a betrayal of the Dragon Emperor's name.

The Vermilion Bird Race.

After wandering around the clan for a while, Mu Fan finally took a deep breath and said:

"Senior, are there any unhatched eggs in the clan?"

He hadn't forgotten what his master had told him to do.

Have some eggs!

However, the Vermilion Bird Race might not be interested in eggs...

No sooner had Mu Fan finished speaking than the Vermilion Bird Race expert spoke.

"Come on, I'll take you to choose one."

As soon as the words were spoken, a gust of wind stirred.

The scene before them shifted, and when they reappeared, they had arrived at the place where the Vermilion Bird Race was laying eggs.

"Take your pick."

The powerful Vermilion Bird Race flapped his large wings:

"Take as much as you want."

Mu Fan couldn't help but glance at the other person, thinking to himself:

"The relationship between Master and Master is truly incredibly strong."

At that moment, Mu Fan looked at the group of Vermilion Bird eggs.

Picking and choosing, calculating as he went:

"One for Master, one for me... One for Senior Brother, one for me... One for Junior Sister, one for me..."

In no time, a dozen or so Vermilion Bird eggs were piled up on the ground.

The powerful member of the Vermilion Bird Race looked at Mu Fan, who had finally stopped, hesitated for a moment, and then stopped speaking.

"Senior, that's all."

Mu Fan spoke up.

Upon hearing this, the Vermilion Bird Race expert finally couldn't resist pointing to the Vermilion Bird egg on the ground and tentatively asked:

"This... you won't eat it, will you?"

Although, having the other party bring back a few more might potentially result in more descendants of the Vermilion Bird Race Atavism form.

But we brought back way too much.

It's not easy for a Vermilion Bird to lay an egg; each one requires an extremely long period of effort and a great deal of dedication from the Vermilion Bird.

Upon closer examination, it seems unlikely that the other party would hatch so many Atavism at once.

What to do with those extra eggs is a bit dangerous.

"You won't eat it..., will you?!"

Mu Fan looked at the Vermilion Bird Race expert and was instantly Celestial Person.

It's one thing for them to let me choose, but to ask if I even know how to eat it is another.

"Indeed, only a sufficiently powerful force can recognize Master's extraordinary nature. It seems Master's importance to the Vermilion Bird Race is immeasurable; otherwise, the Vermilion Bird Race wouldn't be so polite."

With a sigh, Mu Fan waved his hand and said:

"We have a professional chef there, so don't worry, senior."

Upon hearing this, the Vermilion Bird Race expert's eyes widened in shock:

"Why?!"