"Actually, I was also very young at that time, hiding under my Dragon Mom's wings. I could feel that my Dragon Mom's whole body was trembling. She was actually more scared than I was, but she still stubbornly protected a few of us. Above the skies, there were flashes of lightning and claps of thunder, reminiscent of the ancient battles between the Wind Master War God and Thunder Lord. Mountains in the abyss fell one after another to low altitudes, and from time to time, countless dragon corpses poured down like a waterfall of Golden Dragon Blood..." Qin Chuan described these events with exaggerated expressions and gestures.
"You're just exaggerating!" The young girl Zhao Jia Jia said irritably.
But despite her words, she continued listening by the side.
