"Uh..."
A single sentence directly choked Jin Yanhua, who was accustomed to seeing big storms.
An Jing also noticed that his question might have been a bit too sharp, so he coughed: "Ah, I'm not insinuating anything, I just feel... you know, dragons have nine offspring, each offspring continues the cycle, endlessly giving birth, everything carries Dragon Blood..."
"And humans... aren't that different."
"Perhaps dragons had a relationship with those Ancestral Divine Beasts, and humans had relationships with dragons, thus all life in the world is a grand mix-blood... is there such a possibility?"
"Yes, yes that's correct... but..." Jin Yanhua was starting to sweat, subconsciously glanced at the nearby Su Xinbai, his eyes revealing a hint of awkwardness and seeking confirmation.
