Daiyue felt a deep sense of guilt in her heart, but things had reached this point, and apologies were useless—they would only invite everyone's ridicule. Therefore, she hardened her face and desperately tried to brazen it out.
Hu and Feng both cast a look of bitter disappointment in her direction, bearing an expression quite as bitter as the one Dai Qianfan usually wore when looking at Daiyue. They flicked their gazes away and immediately turned back to concentrate on the battle.
Hu Yihui's mind raced, a series of thoughts flashing rapidly through his brain as he pondered inwardly: "Dragons are divided into two kinds. One kind is the dragon race nurtured when Pangu created heaven and earth; the other kind is formed when other species undergo orthodox cultivation and ascend to become dragons.
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