Earth Dragon Amos looked at Lince before him, his eyes filled with unconcealable excitent.
It was much like a grandfather watching his grandson return after enduring great hardship, a feeling brimming with pride and relief.
The analogy might have been a bit off, but it was close enough.
After all, how many years had Earth Dragon Amos lived?
And Lince? Far, far fewer.
Amos had even t Lince before he had reached High Tier and had watched over him with great care as he grew into his current form.
Watching the two of them.
To be honest, Lince also felt a deep sense of joy and ease.
Everything Lince had achieved in the Karte World was thanks to the support of these two.
Without their help, there was no way Lince could have reached Tier Eight so quickly. It might not have saved him an imnse amount of ti, but in the end, Lince was still deeply indebted to them.
Therefore, Lince held a genuine, heartfelt respect for the pair.
That was why Lince felt his most relaxed when he was with them.
He didn’t need to, and certainly wouldn’t, put on any airs.
"Don’t be offended, you two. Wasn’t this all to give you a surprise?"
"Though now it seems it was more of a shock than a surprise."
Lince laughed heartily.
Seeing Lince like this, the two felt an even greater sense of closeness to him, their faces showing a look of vicarious pride.
The look was impossible to conceal; it was practically overflowing from them.
"It was certainly a shock," Amos said, "but an even greater surprise."
"It hasn’t even been four days, has it? Last ti, Your Highness was still Tier Seven. Although your form had changed then, it was nothing compared to now."
The Earth Dragon’s eyes crinkled into a smile.
anwhile, Red Dragon Crimson looked at Lince, flew a circle around his body, and then exclaid with joyful surprise.
"Your Highness, this change of yours is truly imnse!"
"I imagine you’ve made another breakthrough in awakening your Bloodline this ti, haven’t you?"
"A young adult dragon? Space... Amos, you were around Dragon Island for so long back then. Did you really never once see that being?"
"Your Highness’s current Body Type is honestly a bit frightening. Even a typical adult Saint Tier Dragon wouldn’t have a Body Type like this, right?"
Hearing Crimson’s words, Amos shook his head helplessly.
"The Space... Dragon. The great Ancient Dragon God is not soone you can just et. Even ordinary mbers of the Dragon Race have a hard ti seeing him, to say nothing of , who was just a Sub-dragon whelp back then."
"I only know that in the legends of the Dragon Race, the great Ancient Dragon Gods all possessed terrifying Body Types. A single motion could roil the seas and rivers; plucking the stars and moon from the sky was child’s play for them. But whether it was back then or now, it wasn’t just —even the other races of the continent believed this was nothing more than the Dragon Race blowing its own horn."
This was the first ti Amos had spoken of the Space Dragon in such detail.
While explaining to the Red Dragon, he quickly caught himself. His thoughts returned to Lince, and he imdiately apologized.
"This old man got a little too excited and carried away, and so I misspoke. I hope Your Highness will not hold it against ."
This was the first Lince had heard of this.
He was quite interested in Amos’s account, so he said with a smile:
"There’s nothing to forgive. I’m sure both of you understand my situation by now."
"I am not him, and he is not . There’s nothing taboo about it. In fact, I’m quite curious about the Dragon Race myself. For instance, how many Deities does the Dragon Race have? Hmm... Divine Tier Dragons, or perhaps Ancient Dragon Gods?"
"Do you happen to know about these things, Elder?"
"After all, everything I am cos from the Dragon Race, and even now, I don’t understand myself all that well."
"The guidance is still there, but as for who is guiding , I’m actually still completely in the dark."
Lince said, his words deliberately vague.
Both of them seed taken aback by Lince’s questions.
But after their initial shock, both Amos and Crimson were silent for a long mont.
Then, Amos sighed and said:
"It seems the state of our Dragon Race is truly not good... For a scion of dragons as blessed as Your Highness to still not know of these matters."
"Very well. In that case, I shall explain it to Your Highness."
"However, before that, did Your Highness co here for so urgent matter? Your current form is far too conspicuous. If it’s nothing urgent, Your Highness should quickly go to another world to lay low for a while. As for the situation with the Dragon Race, I’ll have one of the lads below tell you."
The mont Amos said this, Red Dragon Crimson burst out laughing.
"Hide? Why hide? You old tortoise, you’re really getting on in years. Your mind isn’t as sharp as it used to be."
"With His Highness’s current form and strength, I doubt even a Saint Tier being could do anything to him."
"Er."
Amos was taken aback.
Lince, on the other hand, just smiled.
’Still, I can’t forget what’s important,’ he thought. ’I do need to learn about the Dragon Race, but it isn’t that urgent right now.’
’Right now, I wouldn’t dare say I could completely handle a Saint Tier. After all, Saint Tier beings can achieve complete Elentalization. My body is large and my total Magic Power is imnse, but that doesn’t an quantity trumps quality.’
Therefore, Lince didn’t say any more and got straight to the point:
"Indeed, urgent matters take priority."
"Actually, I ca back this ti because with my recent advancent, I’ve obtained a new Power from the Ancient Dragon Race."
"And this Power... I think both of you, Amos and Crimson, already know about it. It’s what I used before to increase Phemos’s Bloodline concentration. Hmm, for now, let’s tentatively call this Power ’Dragon Descendant Transformation.’"
The mont Lince said this, Amos and Crimson instantly fell silent.
But one could see their expressions go from initial confusion to wide-eyed, sudden realization.
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