'The merit of supporting a dragon?'
'What's so special about me? Why would she say she wanted to help me achieve great things?'
'Such words are treasonous.'
And yet, after he'd calmed down, his heart still pounded. He felt as if he really had been living a life of stifled frustration.
For the past few nights, his dreams had been visited by a golden Five-Clawed Divine Dragon. Wreathed in clouds and mist, it would appear and disappear from view. It seemed to raise its head for a long, mournful cry, its body trapped in a shallow abyss. Unable to soar into the sea, it let out a roar of defiance that shook the world.
The brilliant golden light was so real. Every Dragon Scale seemed forged from molten gold, radiating an imposing divine might, as if an Emperor had descended upon the mortal realm.
'Could it be? Do I truly have the makings of an Emperor?'
Every time he thought of these things, Qi Qingxuan's heart surged.
