'I remember the Dragon Race isn't just powerful on its own. It's also the chief of all scale insects, the Venerable of the Four Seas, and the Overlord of the Water Race...'
As this thought crossed her mind, she turned to glance at Zhong Ming's draconic form floating in mid-air, then at the subtle silver scale on Xiyue's temple. Suddenly, it all made sense.
'Is it because of this status that Xiyue submitted?'
Luo Zhiwei's guess was spot on.
Xiyue's attitude had changed so drastically, and her deference to Zhong Ming was so absolute, precisely because of his status as a member of the Dragon Race.
The Human Race was on equal footing with the Dragon Race, perhaps even stronger. Human Cultivators were wary of a dragon's strength, but they didn't fear them to their very bones—ordinary mortals aside.
