"Owen."
A loud voice resounded from the entrance of the hall, followed by a sweeping majestic aura.
The giant dragons turned around and saw a dragon shadow, taller than any of them, standing at the door, its pair of huge golden eyes seemingly piercing through everything.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
The Bronze Dragon Owen, like a dog who had done something wrong, hung his long neck down, holding his head with his claws, and apologizing profusely.
"Council President, Owen was just purely curious, was there really a need for this?" The Black Giant Dragon closed Yang Yu's data interface, "Look how scared the child is."
"Owen is the youngest member of the Giant Dragon Council. Having curiosity is a good thing, but curiosity must also distinguish between situations and significance.
The so-called heroes must be born from bathing in countless blood; our duty now is to witness this history.
