Xuan Long finally appeared in the Upper Domain and his body stiffened as the shockwave from the still ongoing fighting was too much, not for him but for his unborn cub.
So he descided to get far away from the fighting zone and wait in that man's house. Someone would call that man for him, he did not bother going by himself.
His entire focus was centered on the small weight resting safely within the protective cavity of his throat.
Even now, miles away from the treehouse, the egg was radiating the undeniable power of the Teng Clan.
Xuan Long's mind was still full of shock and self loathing. When that green crystal jade egg had rolled out from Lan Lan, his brain had effectively frozen. His offspring? How was it possible?
The Teng Clan was a dying lineage; they had not seen a new hatchling in centuries.
The few remaining elders were relics of a bygone era, living in cold isolation without the hope of a future.
