"Is this a dragon?"
Seeing the small black head poking out of the emperor's body, Julius Reed immediately moved closer, carefully staring.
At the same time, his right hand was placed on his waist, remaining vigilant.
If this creature showed any restless behavior, he would take action immediately.
"No! In my memory, dragons aren't like this." Jovany Leopold was also cautiously observing, his fingers continuing to glide over the sword blade.
Once the sound stops, whether this dragon can remain in its current calm state is uncertain.
If this young dragon goes berserk, no one can predict the damage it might cause.
"I've never seen a real dragon, but on the walls, our ancestors recorded the entire process of a dragon's growth with great precision, having fought with dragons for a long time."
"Although there were no colored records then, the writings clearly stated that a golden young dragon is the supreme dragon, hailed as the Dragon King."
