This question directly stumped the group of kobolds; honestly, they didn't know if their ancestors were the ones who screwed the dogs or got screwed by them.
"Sir, we don't know either." The kobolds continued kowtowing and pleading for mercy.
"Damn, if you don't know this, what's the point of you living?" Zhang Menglong said, his eyes starting to glow red.
"S-S-Sir, please ask us something else, we really don't know the answer to this question." If their ancestors were still around, these kobolds would have caught them directly to ask who did such a great deed.
"Fine, I'll change the question," Zhang Menglong had Kong Lan take out the scale, "do you know which race this belongs to?"
"Ah, this..." The kobolds exchanged confused looks. This scale emitted an aura of nobility; such a creature would certainly be a supreme existence in the entire Demon Beast Dynasty, let alone the fact that these small demons living on the dynasty's fringes could know anything about it.
