"Do you know why this world is called the Seven Cloud Convergence World…?" Yang Li asked, a faint, knowing smile resting on his lips.
The question caught Yang Kai off guard. He blinked once, then answered honestly, "Because the world is made up of seven land masses!"
Wang Chen did not interrupt. He merely listened, his expression calm, though a quiet ripple of curiosity stirred within him. Yang Li was not the sort of man to ask meaningless questions. If he had brought this up now, there was a reason—and likely one that mattered.
As expected, Yang Li shook his head slowly.
"No," he said, his voice steady but layered with weight. "That is only the answer people gave themselves. A convenient explanation."
Yang Kai frowned slightly.
"Among the near-endless lower realms," Yang Li continued, his gaze drifting somewhere distant, "the Seven Cloud Convergence World is special. Each of these seven continents was formed from the bodies of the last remaining dragons."
