Published: February 13, 2025
"We really don't seem to have anything," Xuanyan said with a thick skin, continuing to speak, while Rang Tang nodded repeatedly beside him.
The Dragon Race didn't need things like money or Moon Age Gold; they had food, mist for cultivation, and places to rest. The fire elemental dragon would lie in the magma, the water elemental dragon would dive into the depths, the earth elemental dragon would dig a hole, and the ice elemental dragon would create an ice mountain or snow peak to stay in.
Isn't that all they needed for living? The Dragon Race didn't lack these, nor did they travel or need money for anything.
Ye Zhongming looked at the two dragon elders and reluctantly said, "You can't be serious."
"The entire Colorful Cloud Fragment Star Belt belongs to you. This isn't a Desolate Planet. After all these years, are you telling me you haven't saved anything?"
"You aren't being sincere."
Ye Zhongming truly couldn't believe it. The Dragon Race, renowned throughout the universe, the legendary wealthy Dragon Race—how could they possibly have nothing?
"Don’t you have any red gemstones, green gemstones, blue gemstones, yellow gemstones, or even glass shards? Don’t you dragons love shiny things? Don’t you have a collection habit?"
Ye Zhongming was almost about to shout!
What do you mean you have nothing to talk about?!
Are you trying to pull a fast one on me?
They didn’t even collect shiny objects; it turned out the internet was full of lies!
Ye Zhongming glanced at Red Boy and suddenly asked, "When will your injury be healed?"
Red Boy, who was feeling shameful due to the poverty of his race, looked up in confusion when Ye Zhongming called him.
"Once you're healed, we can leave. This place is too poor. It’s really not easy for you to grow up like this," Ye Zhongming said with a hint of sadness.
Xuanyan: "..."
Rang Tang: "..."
Red Boy: "..."
"Um… perhaps we can negotiate a bit more," Rang Tang said, but didn’t know how to proceed, leaving this elder of the Dragon Race in a quandary.
Ye Zhongming snorted coldly, lowered his head, and said nothing, although everyone could see he was secretly delighted.
You have nothing, but you have people—no, dragons!
Did Ye Zhongming really care about the so-called 'things' of the Dragon Race? While he was short on Moon Age Gold, what he lacked even more was strength! Real, solid strength that would help him face the Tarros Red Dwarf and even the Hall People Alliance in the future.
These dragons were just able to provide that.
Ye Zhongming remained silent, and the atmosphere became awkward.
"If there's nothing else, I’ll be leaving?" Ye Zhongming finally spoke, expressing his intention to depart.
Killing him? That would mean Red Boy would die, and most importantly, hope would be lost.
Not killing him? But they couldn’t offer anything in return.
The two dragon elders had never felt so troubled.
"Can we possibly exchange for some requests?" Xuanyan hesitated but also spoke up.
"Like what?" Ye Zhongming asked in response.
"Like..." Xuanyan found himself at a loss again.
"How about this: you tell me the method to operate the uncertain rotating wheel, and I’ll give it a try. Life and death are predestined; if I survive and gain something inside, then it’s my good fortune. If I die inside, you won’t lose anything. How about it?"
Ye Zhongming proposed another suggestion.
Red Boy was unhappy upon hearing this, thinking, "Isn't my death a loss for the Dragon Race?"
If Ye Zhongming had said this before, the two dragon elders would have definitely exploded in anger, but now they couldn’t because, strictly speaking, it was the Dragon Race that had made the mistake first.
The Dragon Race naturally wouldn’t freely tell Ye Zhongming the method to operate the rotating wheel, but the two clan leaders were genuinely anxious.
Watching them stutter without being able to come up with anything, Ye Zhongming slightly mocked, "Among all races in the universe, a powerful race like yours still living in such poverty is truly unique."