"With your understanding of the Dragon Clan, is there still room for reconciliation?" Mu Qingge suddenly turned her gaze to Hou and asked. Before Hou could lift his eyes, she added, "I mean, a peaceful resolution."
Hou was taken aback, somewhat puzzled.
Still, he answered her question. "Impossible. The Dragon Clan is inherently proud and has always been arrogant, always boasting about the nobility of their bloodline. How could they easily succumb? Moreover, this time we've wiped out five young dragons with one strike. If they don't kill me, I'd find it very strange."
Hou's expression was one of absolute certainty.
Mu Qingge thought it was only natural. Places swapped, if her people were killed, she wouldn't easily let the murderers go. What's more, the number of dragons killed by Hou's hands was more than just one or two.
Exactly how many dragons were killed?
Even Hou probably couldn't remember.
