"Even though we never used it..."
"We're still Dragon Descendants, after all."
"Come on, brother! I was trying to say something cool—don't interrupt!"
"Huh? Why do I even listen to you, you bastard?"
Long Tianhao and Long Tianxie bickered mid-air, completely ignoring the serious tension in the atmosphere. Their golden battle armor shimmered in the sunlight as they hovered in the sky, preparing for combat—yet they still found time to argue like children.
Before them floated a young woman with striking silver hair and piercing blue eyes. Her robes fluttered gently in the wind, and the sword in her hand radiated a chilling aura.
"So… these are the last descendants of the Long Clan?" she asked, her voice calm but laced with disappointment.
"Yeah, that's us," Long Tianhao replied proudly, scratching the back of his head. "Even though we lost our Dragon Ancestor Arts—ouch!"
