1721: Scum of the Dragon race (3)

Scum of the Dragon race (3)

After the merfolk said that, he looked at Shen Yanxiao thoughtfully. With a wave of his arm, he led the other merfolks behind him into the water and disappeared.0

The coast was silent. Qian Yuan and the two sky dragons were immersed in great grief.

It had been two thousand years since they parted ways, but they received such news the moment they returned. She wondered how desperate they must feel.

Shen Yanxiao did not urge Qian Yuan to move forward. She knew that Qian Yuan and the rest had to recover their emotions during this period.

There were more than one eight-winged golden dragon in the Dragon race, but as long as other dragons chose to be loyal to one of them, they would always follow by their side regardless of weal or woe.

Compared to the rulers of the Human race, the Dragon King of the Dragon race was the one who had won the hearts of the people. All the dragons under him would go through fire and water for any of his orders.

It could be said that an eight-winged golden dragon was the symbol of the Dragon race's strength and also their spiritual leader.

Minutes and seconds passed. Two hours later, Qian Yuan suddenly straightened his back and looked at the unfamiliar yet familiar Hidden Dragon Continent.

"I want to find His Little Highness. As long as there is no news of his death, I will continue searching!"

The Dragon King and the Dragon Queen were dead, and the only leader of their tribe was the little prince whose fate was unknown.

"In that case, should we search for His Little Highness here, or should we head towards the north first?" Shen Yanxiao looked at Qian Yuan. The reason he could pull himself together so quickly was probably because of that missing Little Highness.

"Let's go to the north first. Although my king and queen are dead, I don't believe Long Yan can kill all of us. Perhaps His Highness was saved by the other dragons in our race." Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, Qian Yuan was unwilling to give up.

"You mentioned Long Shi earlier on? Don't tell me you know him?" Qian Yuan remembered the Long Shi Shen Yanxiao mentioned previously.

"He once saved my father's life. If my guess is right, my parents should be with him right now."

"Long Shi is the person my king trusts the most. Even though he is only a six-winged silver dragon, he can fight against a weak eight-winged golden dragon. If Long Shi is still alive, he should be trying to avenge my king. He might be in the north." Qian Yuan perked up. Their little prince might still be alive. He would find him and gather all the remaining forces of Long Huang to avenge their king!

"Then let's go to the north first," Shen Yanxiao said.

Qian Yuan nodded. Looking at the current situation, he had no choice but to calm down.

"Let's go." Qian Yuan took a deep breath. He could not fall yet!

The moment Qian Yuan finished speaking, he transformed into a dragon, and Shen Yanxiao and the rest stood on his back.

As she flew into the air, Shen Yanxiao could not help but look at this seemingly peaceful continent.

No one expected this to happen the moment they arrived at the dragon's continent.

There were internal strifes between the powerful dragons, and the rebels had teamed up with the undead in an attempt to control the entire Hidden Dragon Continent. Never in their wildest dreams would they expect something like this to happen.

But at the same time, she also felt fortunate. If not for that group of merfolks, they would probably have headed towards the depths of the Hidden Dragon Continent. If they were to enter Long Yan's territory, it would be impossible for them to escape unscathed.

Shen Yanxiao had no idea what would happen to them if that were the case.

She only hoped that Qian Yuan could find the little prince as soon as possible and she could also meet her parents as soon as possible.

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