"Clan Leader! Big Sister! I will definitely avenge you!"
The young man's face was filled with grief and hatred. A few drops of long-dried blood stained his once-clean face.
He had watched helplessly as more than a dozen members of his clan died at the hands of a group of mysterious attackers. If the Clan Leader hadn't exhausted the last of his cultivation to help him escape, the entire Dragon Clan might have vanished from the Celestial Realm overnight.
The young man was named Fu Xin.
He was the youngest and most talented member of the Dragon Clan.
The Dragon Clan had long since fallen into decline. Since the Great War of the Three Realms a thousand years ago, only a dozen or so dragons remained. To survive, they had concealed their strength and lived cautiously, rarely daring to provoke others.
Yet even with such caution, they still suffered annihilation.
Fu Xin knew why.
As the saying goes, a common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.
