The Black Dragon's Inheritance
Then he would walk out, turn the tables, crush his enemies, and slap the faces of everyone who had looked down on him.
The legendary golden three parts.
Julian couldn't help feeling amused.
"Let's see if this thing really works that way."
He raised one finger.
A sharp edge of his nail pierced the skin.
A small bead of blood formed.
It slowly rolled down his fingertip and landed on the Black dragon gem.
Nothing happened.
Julian waited.
One minute.
Then another.
Still nothing.
His expression slowly changed from anticipation to confusion.
"Something's not right. Is it because my blood isn't good enough?" Seeing no reaction, Julian was puzzled.
He turned the gem over and examined it from every angle.
Nothing.
No mysterious light.
No ancient voice.
No spatial distortion.
Not even a faint tremor.
Julian's eyebrows twitched.
Had he misunderstood the legendary formula?
