You Will Regret It

The pillar had risen to its highest point, and the black dragon coiled atop it slowly opened its eyes.

In fact, Sang Ying had seen Jiang Zhuoxue transform into a dragon many times before, but none of them had ever given her such a powerful sense of awe as the giant dragon in front of her.

What lay prostrate before her seemed not to be a dragon, but something far more terrifying.

The dragon slowly opened its eyes. The color of its pupils was the only light in this gray world. Although they were golden, they inexplicably filled Sang Ying with fear.

"You're back." Xuan Yu looked down at his son, who was taller and more mature than he remembered.

The aura that used to require his help to conceal can now be contained on its own. If this face weren't so familiar, Xuan Yu would probably have doubted whether the young man standing in front of him was Devil Dragon or something else entirely.

He didn't seem surprised or taken aback by Jiang Zhuoxue's arrival; he had known all along that she would come back and see him.

Jiang Zhuoxue unconsciously tightened his grip on Sang Ying's hand. His face seemed expressionless, but only Sang Ying sensed the turmoil in his emotions. "Yes, I've come to see you one last time. Patriarch Bai said you will be imprisoned here forever, and even if we lose the Gods and Devils Battlefield, you will not be released."

Xuan Yu had already guessed this, so he wasn't surprised at all. "It's amazing that they're so lenient with you. Have they forgotten that you are the greatest threat to the Dragon Race?"

"No, I never have been. You always think you're so clever, that you can control everything, but you haven't calculated anything correctly at all."

Jiang Zhuoxue seemed to be deliberately trying to wound Xuan Yu, her words particularly sharp and grating. "You thought you could protect your heart, but you still fell in love with my mother. You thought I would hate the Dragon Race under your scheme, but at the crucial moment, I still chose the Dragon Race and betrayed you. You thought my return would bring you freedom, but you are destined to never leave this dark and hopeless place for the rest of your life."

The black dragon on the stone pillar suddenly changed its aura, Sang Ying couldn't help but stand in front of Jiang Zhuoxue, worried that the creature would break free of its chains and hurt Jiang Zhuoxue.

"Heh." Xuan Yu suddenly sneered, "This is the person you like? Human Race? How laughable, can Devil Dragon have a lover?"

"Of course I have it, I have more than you," Jiang Zhuoxue replied immediately. "And I'm not called Devil Dragon anymore, I have a name now, Jiang Zhuoxue. She gave it to me."

Jiang Zhuoxue looked at Sang Ying with a proud and self-satisfied expression, as if the name was something extraordinary.

"This is the last time I've come to see you. Sang Ying and I have returned the Dragon Abyss Sword, and we will soon be leaving the Upper Realm. Although I don't like calling you that, I'll do it for the sake of the time you took care of me—goodbye, Father."

After saying that, Jiang Zhuoxue quickly left with Sang Ying.

The two walked away decisively, leaving behind Xuan Yu's rare, excited roar, "Traitor, you traitor of the Black Dragon Clan! You will regret this, you will definitely regret your choice today!"

His roar didn't last long, because the guards who brought Sang Ying and the others had already swiftly pressed the stone pillar down again.

The guards didn't even give Xuan Yu a chance to finish speaking.

Guessing that Jiang Zhuoxue was probably not in a good mood, the guards closed the door of the dark prison and left after the two of them came out.

Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue were left behind, walking slowly behind.

After a long silence, Jiang Zhuoxue suddenly spoke, "Most of those imprisoned there are members of the Black Dragon Clan. They didn't actually support my father much back then, but because they didn't help the Dragon Race either, and instead chose to side with Xuan Yu at a crucial moment, they were imprisoned in the dark dungeon as well."

"I am the only Dragon Race to be exiled, but compared to being locked in a dark dungeon, I am actually quite glad that I was exiled."

That's why I was so lucky to meet you.

Jiang Zhuoxue was too embarrassed to say the last sentence aloud; even just thinking about it made his ears burn.

Sang Ying didn't answer, but silently tightened her grip on his hand.

The two slowly walked towards the tents prepared for them by the White Dragon Tribe, the moonlight casting long shadows on them.

Bai Xia never expected that he would live to see Qing Yi apologize to him. When the young master of Qing Shou led his younger brother and forcefully pressed the man in front of him to bow his head and apologize, Bai Xia even thought he was dreaming.

His dragon horns still hadn't retracted; one of them had been treated with medicine by his mother.

Qing Shou's gaze swept over Bai Xia's dragon horns, and his eyelids twitched wildly again.

Those are dragon horns! How dare his foolish brother do such a thing!

Thinking back to what he had said to Qing Yi when he was beaten up yesterday, Qing Shou felt that his younger brother's personality was somewhat related to him.

So Qing Shou pressed his younger brother's head and apologized, while also Bai Xia and her son. "I'm sorry, it's my fault for not disciplining my brother properly, which caused you both such great harm."

After saying that, he kicked his younger brother.

Qing Yi was severely punished by his older brother yesterday. Even the newly appointed Patriarch Qing, who was recuperating in the nearby tent, sent someone to question him and advised his eldest son not to beat his younger brother to death.

If you really want to beat him, then beat him while his mouth is covered. Making such a loud noise is really disturbing his rest.

Qing Shou listened and did as instructed. As a result, Qing Yi clearly realized yesterday what a terrifying existence his elder brother was, and also understood why Young Master Bai Nianchou hated him so much.

Qing Yi was in pain all over; his brother had just kicked him in the wound, making him want to cry. "I'm sorry, it was my fault. If you think an apology isn't enough, I can let you scratch my horn."

This was the first time Bai Xia had seen the usually domineering Qing Yi appear so humble and pitiful. He subconsciously glanced at Qing Shou, only to see the other nod in agreement, as if confirming his younger brother's statement.

Bai Xia was somewhat at a loss. He looked up at his mother, but she didn't say anything, only saying, "This is your own business; you should resolve it yourself."

Because Bai Xia was born weak, and her father died early, a weak person would not receive preferential treatment in the clan.

The Dragon Race's inherent tendency to admire strength meant that Bai Xia's life would not be easy. When she was in the White Dragon Tribe, things were alright because of Bai Qinglong's presence, so the mother and son didn't have a particularly difficult time.

But now that she has arrived at the mixed camp of several races, Bai Xia has begun to encounter all sorts of gossip and bullying from a group led by Qing Yi because of her dragon horns.

Bai Xia considered resisting, but he was indeed too weak; even his power to resist was so insignificant.

He finally received an apology today.

After a moment of silence, Bai Xia finally spoke, "I won't scratch your dragon horns, because I know how painful it is to have them injured. But I won't forgive you either. I'll always remember how you bullied me, and when I grow up, I'll get my revenge!"