The dragon eyes of Red gazed down at the young man kneeling on the ground, a flicker of doubt flashing in his eyes:
"Rise, child. Let me feel your bloodline."
Baroque stood up excitedly, activating his bloodline power.
Golden-red flames surged from his body, forming a majestic dragon-shaped phantom in the air.
But after observing for a moment, the doubt in Red's eyes deepened:
"Strange... You indeed bear the traits of my bloodline, but this feeling is unnatural, like..."
The ancient dragon paused, seemingly searching for the right words:
"Like it was forcibly grafted on."
This statement struck Baroque's heart like a bolt of lightning.
He struggled to maintain his composure, his voice trembling slightly:
"Ancestor, my bloodline is absolutely pure! The bloodline appraisal of the Burning Scale Clan never errs!"
"Bloodline appraisal..."
Red appeared pensive:
"Child, have you undergone some special 'Awakening Ceremony'?"
Baroque's face turned pale.
