He mumbled to himself. He did not know his fate, nor could he have known that in the distant future, after an age, he and Xiao Qiang would actually meet, and a great battle would occur.
And the most distinct aura he sensed was that of the Ancestor Dragon.
Even in this era, the Ancestor Dragon had already fallen into eternal slumber. Yet, its imprint was carved into every True Dragon. The purer the bloodline of the True Dragon, the stronger the connection to the Ancestor Dragon.
He was a Mo Jiao, not a True Dragon. Even with True Dragon blood, he could only be considered a hybrid. If that were all, then so be it, as the number of Sea Dragons in this world outnumbered the True Dragons.
Yet, ironically, his sensitivity to the Ancestor Dragon's aura was so strong. This intensity even exceeded that of the purest-blooded True Dragons!
It was this very point that made him unaccepted by the True Dragons.
