645 Hypocrisy 1

Completely under her control, Chang Pu nearly bit off his own tongue in frustration. But looking at Ji Fengyan's "you-better-be-a-good-boy-and-tell-me-or-I'll-torment-you-to-death" expression, Chang Pu bowed down to his circumstances.

"The ancient dragons used to stand right at the top of the food chain in this world. They were strong and proud, but numbered only a few. Nevertheless, they lived long lives and did not suffer from illness or old age. Hence, they became the elite force here. However… the ancient dragons were not the only powerful race in this world. The other powerful beings poisoned the ancient dragons' water source with a curse, causing the dragons' strength to start fading…"

Thousands of years ago, the ancient dragons were not like they were now, existing only in legends. Many people had witnessed the mightiness of the ancient dragons, but following the curse, the dragons became smaller and weaker. Suspecting an evil ploy by that other race, the dragons hid from the world to seek survival.

From then on, the ancient dragons gradually became the stuff of legends.

"Your kingdom's dragon was just an egg and managed to escape the curse. Therefore, it was powerful. But… power for humans is not such a good thing." Chang Pu smiled sinisterly. He suddenly piped up. "Do you want to know where that ancient dragon ended up?"

Ji Fengyan was suspicious of Chang Pu's sudden change in attitude.

Chang Pu didn't care if Ji Fengyan wanted to know. He surveyed the wrecked temple and smiled. "You humans are truly laughable. Wasting so much energy to create so many temples to worship that dragon, not knowing… that thing had long been killed by your Emperor. Its bones and scales have already been split up and passed onto the major family clans, becoming the power protecting the Kingdom of the Sacred Dragon…"

"Ji Fengyan, before the existence of Terminators, what did you think enabled your kind to have the ability to go against us? It's all because you dismembered your former ally, hahaha…"

Chang Pu chortled loudly. His mocking laughter was bone-chilling.

The smile on Ji Fengyan's face faded. Looking at Chang Pu's scornful expression, she felt not the slightest bit of anger, but instead felt sad.

She took out her heavy sword and looked at the golden scale embedded inside. Her eyes darkened.

This scale had been taken from the Lei family, but Ji Fengyan had never investigated its origins. The powerful energy inside that scale was beyond doubt. After embedding the scale inside her heavy sword, Ji Fengyan could feel a substantial enhancement. Although still not as good as her evil-vanquishing sword, the heavy sword could now be considered a magical weapon…

Looking at that scale now, Ji Fengyan only felt waves of revulsion.

If Chang Pu's words were true, then… this scale most likely came from that loyal and patriotic ancient dragon.

Chang Pu glimpsed the scale in Ji Fengyan's heavy sword. He smirked. "That's right, this is how things are… all the magical weapons in your kingdom—aren't they all made from the bones of that ancient dragon? Haha… hypocrisy, such hypocrisy!"