Everyone knows how powerful and mystical dragons are," she began, her voice calm but layered with disdain. "But dragons are dragons. Inheritance Grounds are Inheritance Grounds."
Her eyes turned distant for a moment.
"It has been countless eras since the Dragon Race supposedly perished. Entire civilizations have risen and fallen. Yet their so-called Inheritance Grounds remain intact… unchanged… still active."
She looked at him meaningfully.
"That alone should tell you enough."
Wang Chen felt the implication hit him instantly.
His pupils contracted.
A cold thread of understanding crawled up his spine.
If the Dragon Race were truly extinct…
Why would their inheritance systems still function perfectly?
Why would they not decay into ruins?
Why would they not collapse like every other ancient relic abandoned by time?
Mo Huyan watched his expression carefully. When she saw the faint horror flash across his face, a trace of appreciation flickered in her eyes.
Good.
