Ao Canghai was the sole exception.
Unwilling to give up, he tried several more methods, hoping to awaken the remnant spirit of the Dragon Emperor within the Ancient Stele.
After all, I am a true descendant of the Dragon Clan and have even awakened the bloodline of the Five-clawed Golden Dragon. Surely, I deserve some privileges?
But in the end, he still failed.
Previously, he had seen the members of the Human Race who were posturing and boasting before the Ancient Stele as utterly ridiculous clowns.
Now, he suddenly felt that he was the one who was truly ridiculous.
"No! It can't end like this!" Ao Canghai gritted his teeth.
If no one present had received an inheritance, it would have been fine; there would be no shame in it.
But now, almost everyone had gained some benefit from this Ancient Stele. Only he, a descendant of the Dragon Clan, had failed. If word of this got out, wouldn't it be a slap in the Dragon Clan's face?
